“Well,” said the man, “I can tell you one thing, if your precious boss ain't in this office Monday morning by nine o'clock sharp, he'll see me at one hundred an sixty-three Water Street, Orange, New Jersey, and he'll hand over my two thousand odd dollars that he's swindled me out of, or I'll have the law on him.” With that the man swung himself aboard a passing car, and Allbright and Day were left looking after him.
“That feller had ought to have been knocked down,” said Day.
Allbright turned and looked at him gravely. “So, Captain Carroll lives in Orange?” he said.
“He may, for all I know.”
“Then you don't know?”
“Do you?”
“No; I never have known exactly.”
“Well, I haven't, but I wasn't goin' to let on to that chap. And he may live jest where I said he did, for all I know. Say!”
“What?”
“You s'pose it is all right?”