CHAPTER XXII.
A CLEVER CAPTURE.
As Robert was approaching his boarding house he ran into Livingston Palmer, valise in hand, bound for the theater.
"I'm off," said Palmer. "Our company leaves town to-day."
"Well, I wish you every success."
"Have you struck anything yet?" asked Palmer curiously.
"I have and I haven't. I've got a letter from Mr. Marden requesting me to come to Timberville in Michigan."
"It wouldn't suit me to bury myself in such a hole."
"I don't know that I will stay there any great length of time. I am to go up on a little private business."