"Perhaps I am."
"If you do, let me warn you not to talk about me and my wife. Did she send the boy a message?"
"If she did I shan't deliver it to you," answered Livingston Palmer, and proceeded on his way. James Talbot gazed after him in anger and disappointment.
"Another who is against me," he muttered. "I must hurry my schemes, or it will be too late to put them through."
Livingston Palmer had just reached Mrs. Gibbs' boarding house when he met Robert coming out, on his way to see Herman Wenrich about the map.
"Robert!" cried the former clerk. "I'm glad I caught you."
"Why, Livingston, I thought you were on the road," returned Robert, as he shook hands.
"Not much! No more theatrical life for me," said Palmer.
"What, have you had enough already?"
"Yes, and got it in your native town, too."