He figured out his railway connections, and went to the office to give his orders. As he passed the open window his attention was caught by two men who had met on the sidewalk outside. One of them was talking excitedly and flourishing a paper which looked much like the typewritten sheet the clerk had shown him. It was the man with whom Burton had clashed at the station.
"Who is that man,--the smaller one?" he asked.
The clerk glanced out and smiled.
"That's the man I was telling you about,--Orton Selby."
"So that's the man who is bringing this charge against Dr. Underwood! Who's the other?"
"Mr. Hadley. A banker and one of our prominent citizens."
Burton crumpled up his time-table and tossed it into the waste-basket quite as though he had had no intention of taking the next train out of town.
"Will you direct me to Dr. Underwood's house now?" he said.