CHAPTER XXXV.
ON THE TRACK.
O NE day Nicholas Bundy entered the apartment occupied jointly by himself and Oliver, his face wearing an expression of satisfaction.
Oliver looked up from the book he was engaged in reading.
"I've found a clue, Oliver," he exclaimed.
"A clue to what, Mr. Bundy?"
"To Rupert Jones. I have ascertained that when he left Chicago he settled down at the town of Kelso, about seventy-five miles from Chicago, in Indiana."
"What do you propose to do?"
"To go there at once. Pack up your carpet-bag, and we will take the afternoon train."
"All right, Mr. Bundy."