"No, I am a stranger in this part of Chicago. I am looking for Grandon street."
"Grandon Street. I can take you there easily enough. I own property on that street."
"Do you? Then perhaps you can take me to number 238—that is, if you are going there now."
"Yes, I was bound there—to see one of my tenants who talks of moving. Number 238 is less than a block from my houses. I think the Nelsons live at 238,—or is it the Romers."
"I am looking for a man named Herman Wenrich—an old lumberman from Michigan."
"Oh, yes, to be sure. I know him fairly well. Doesn't he live in the house with the Nelsons,—or maybe it's next door?"
"I don't know who he lives with, or if he lives alone. He is a stranger to me. I want to see him on a little business."
"And you have never been in this part of Chicago before?"
"No."
Jim Huskin turned his head to conceal a smile. "I reckon I can lead him where I please now," he thought. Then he looked back, to see Andy Cross following them at a distance of less than a block.