“It seems to me that he knows more about you than you do about him. It also seems to me that he is anxious to get you out of New York, the farther the better.”
“But what harm could I do him in New York?” asked Dodger, puzzled.
“That is the question which I cannot answer. You say he was instrumental in getting his Cousin Florence out of the house?”
“Yes; he wanted to marry her.”
“And she would not consent?”
“No; I think she hates him.”
“How old is she?”
“Seventeen.”
“And he?”
“He looks about thirty-five.”