Jarvis now scented a fat job, and thinking only of getting the particulars of that replied, rather incautiously, as he consulted the time-card in the hand of Clarence.
"By goshen! it's only two stations off—Bellair."
"Oh! Bellair, eh?"
Jarvis nodded ruefully, and then asked: "Where do you land?"
Clarence smiled a little as he replied: "Wait until you hear my business, then you will know where I am going."
"All right; fire away."
And the expert settled himself into a listening attitude. "The truth is, Jarvis, I want you back on the old case."
"What, the gambler's?"
"Yes, Davlin; he is about at the end of his rope, and will, in a short time, be trying to quit the country. Did you ever see the woman who is his partner in iniquity? You heard considerable of her while looking up this business."
"Heard of her? I should think so. Never saw her, though."