“Hardly. It is the case of a will concealed, or rather suppressed, and acting upon a will previously made. I cannot go into details, as I wish to keep our enemy in the dark.”
“I understand. Have you your card with you, so that I can call at your office?”
This was a puzzling question for Bolton, but he was equal to the occasion.
“Tell me what hotel you propose to stop at, and I will call upon you at eleven o’clock to-morrow morning.”
“I don’t know much about the New York hotels.”
“Then let me recommend a house,” naming a comfortable but not expensive hostelry on upper Broadway.
“I will go there.”
“I think you have not yet mentioned your name.”
“My name is Ephraim Paulding.”
Bolton noted it down in his memorandum-book, and soon after the train ran into the station at Forty-second Street.