“Yes, sir,” replied one cabby. “I took them to the Charing Cross.”
“Thank you,” said Puffer, in a tone of satisfaction. “That is just what I wanted to find out. Here’s a shilling.”
“Thank you, sir. You are a gentleman.”
“And you may take me to the Charing Cross. I shall probably find them there.”
“I should make a good detective,” thought the professor complacently, as he rolled through the streets. “Master Bernard Brooks will find that he hasn’t made much in his attempt to outwit me. Indeed I am better off for it, as he has been obliged to pay his own fare to London.”
When he reached the hotel, he inquired at the office: “Is there an American gentleman named Sturgis here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where is he now?”
“In the dining-room, taking dinner.”
Professor Puffer smiled maliciously.