"You mean the two men I just met on the street?"
"I presume they are the same. The men left but a minute before you came."
"Can you tell me if they came for a map?"
"Why, yes, they——" The girl stopped short. "I do not know as I have any right to talk of these things, Mr. Frost. My father might not like it."
"So Mr. Wenrich is your father."
"Yes. My name is Nettie Wenrich."
Robert bowed. "I certainly would not wish to make any trouble for you," he said, with a smile. "But I would like to see your father."
Nettie Wenrich hesitated for a moment. "He looks like a nice boy," she thought. "I like him better than I did those men."
"Come into the parlor and I will tell father you are here," said she.
Robert found the parlor small but cozy. There were several covered chairs, some pictures and books, and in one corner stood a small organ. The youth sat down near a window and waited.