Bert looked triumphant. He had wrung the truth from the accomplice of Squire Marlowe.
"How did you find me?" asked Harding, abruptly. "How did you know I was in Chicago?"
"I was told so by your sister."
"Have you been in Peoria, then?" asked Harding, in great surprise.
"Yes; I was there last week."
"But how did you find out that I had a sister?"
"At Harrisburg. You left a letter from your sister at your boarding-house there, which gave me the clew I wanted."
"And how did you trace me to Harrisburg?"
Bert explained.
"And you defrayed your own expenses? I thought you and your mother were left in poverty."