CHAPTER XI
RUSS IS WORRIED
Alice was racking her brain to recall where she had seen the man before. If he was a plumber, as he said he was, it might be that he had been in the apartment house on other occasions to repair breaks. But Alice was not certain.
"And yet I've seen him before, and lately, too," she thought. The girls was in the hall, now. The man, who seemed ill at ease, had followed and stood near.
"The leak wasn't a bad one; it is repaired now," he said.
"I—I didn't know Mrs. Dalwood was out," faltered Alice. And then, as the man turned to go down the stairs, like a flash it came to her who he was.
"The man Russ had the trouble with that day—Simp Wolley—who tried to get his patent!" Alice almost spoke the words aloud.
"The—the leak is fixed," the man went on.
"You—you—" stammered Alice. But the man did not stay to hear, but hurried downstairs.
Alice burst in on her sister and father.