“There's Joe,” said the stage driver, laconically.
The man looked up in wonder when Joe approached him. He dropped his hammer and stood with his arms on his hips.
“This is Mr. Joseph Korn, I believe?”
“That's me, young man.”
“I am Joe Bodley. You wrote to Mr. Talmadge, of Riverside, a few days ago. I came on to find out what I could about a Mr. William A. Bodley who used to live here.”
“Oh, yes! Well, young man, I can't tell you much more 'n I did in that letter. Bodley sold out, house, goods and everything, and left for parts unknown.”
“Did he have any relatives around here?”
“Not when he left. He had a wife and three children—a girl and two boys—but they died.”
“Did you ever hear of any relatives coming to see him—a man named Hiram Bodley?”
“Not me—but Augustus Greggs—who bought his farm—might know about it.”