“Probably about thirty-five.”
“What colored hair?”
“Black.”
“Thank you, sir. You’ve given me all the information I need, except the name.”
“His name is Samuel Lincoln, but as he will undoubtedly change it, the information will do you little good.”
“It is as well to know it,” said Tom, noting it down.
“Yes, no information will come amiss; but Tom I must warn you that I may be mistaken in thinking he has gone to California.”
“I’ll risk it,” said Tom. “Something tells me that he is there. If I had stolen money that is where I would go.”
Mr. Armstrong laughed.
“I hope you’ll never be under the necessity,” he said. “When do you propose to start?”