Mrs. Raymond looked surprised.
“I don’t understand it,” she said. “Harry wrote that he was doing a large business. I thought the firm was one of the largest in New York.”
“Let us hope that the information I received was incorrect,” said the squire. “We will suppose that Mr. Fairchild found it necessary to move, on account of the demands of an extensive business. The office on Nassau Street was a small one, and I should hardly suppose it would be adequate to his wants.”
“But Harry said nothing about moving. Besides, if they did move, I should think he would have written me since.”
“There is something in what you say,” the squire answered. “In fact, I confess the affair has puzzled me. It is possible, however, as I suggested the other day, that he may have written, and the letter miscarried.”
“Do you think anything has happened to Harry, Squire Turner?” asked Mrs. Raymond.
“I hope not.”
“But you think it possible?”
“I don’t know what could have happened.”
“But it seems suspicious, Mr. Fairchild’s moving away so quickly.”