“Greenleaf is rather a hard case, according to his own account,” he said to himself, “but I can't believe he would be mean enough to rob me. I will go downstairs and see if I can find him.”
Accordingly, leaving his chamber, he descended the staircase, and made his way to the office.
Herbert went up and spoke to the clerk who chanced to be inside.
“Have you seen my roommate?” he asked.
“What is the number of your room?”
“No. ——.”
“I remember now. He has gone.”
“Gone!” echoed Herbert, in dismay.
“Yes; didn't you know of it?”
“He went away while I was asleep. How long since did he go?”