CHAPTER XXI.
ROBERT AND THE OLD LUMBERMAN.
It must be confessed that Robert was in no humor to hunt up Herman Wenrich.
"Even if I find him, what good will it do, if I can't offer him the money for the map?" was his mental comment.
Nevertheless, there seemed to be nothing else to do, and so, after a lunch, he started again for No. 238 Grandon Street.
He was careful where he went this time, and found the thoroughfare without further difficulty. It was fully eight blocks from the tenement where he had been robbed.
The number he was searching for was a block away, and as he walked toward it two men passed him whom he instantly recognized. The men were Jean Le Fevre and Oscar Hammerditch.
"Well, I declare!" muttered the boy. "Can it be possible that they have been calling upon Herman Wenrich?"
It certainly would seem so, yet Robert had no way of proving it. Both the Canadian and the Englishman were walking rapidly, and soon they passed out of sight around the corner.
Robert found No. 238 Grandon Street a modest dwelling set in the rear of a tiny garden of flowers. As he entered the garden a girl came out on the front porch and gazed up and down the street anxiously. She was probably fifteen years of age, and was pale and thin, as if just getting over a long sickness, which was the case.