It was the middle of the forenoon when Felix knocked at the door of James Long’s humble home.
Mrs. Long, with the baby in her arms, answered the knock.
“Is this Mrs. Long?” asked Felix.
“Yes, sir.”
“I am the friend of Chester Rand.”
“I don’t think I know Mr. Rand,” said Mrs. Long, who had not heard Chester’s name.
“The boy from Mr. Fairchild’s office. He called here, I believe, one day last week.”
“Oh, yes and a good friend he was to me and mine.”
“In what way?” asked Felix, his face lighting with satisfaction at the discovery he had made.
“He brought my husband the receipt he had lost. Didn’t he tell you?”