“Yes, sir.”
“There are two parties staying there in whom I am interested. One is Professor Robinson.”
“Yes, I know—the man that sells bottles of balm.”
“The same.”
“I saw him come into town with his wagon.”
“Well, I want to find what room he will occupy to-night. The fact is,” he continued, as he noted Oren's look of surprise, “the man owes me quite a sum of money and is trying to evade payment.”
“He doesn't look like that kind of man,” said Oren, thoughtfully.
“My boy, you are young and are hardly qualified to judge of a man by his appearance. The man looks honest, I admit, but he's slippery. And, by the way, did you notice a young fellow in the wagon with him?”
“Yes, sir; he isn't much larger than I am.”
“Exactly so. Well, I want to find out what room he occupies, also.”