“Maybe I’ll make some awful blunders,” Miles confided to him on the way to the house. “Remember I’ve never been with swell folks before.”
“We’re not swell,” Rex laughed.
He had half a mind to let him know then and there where they got their money, but decided that he wouldn’t. That night he took his guest to the theater, and the next day Sydney had a long talk with him.
His manners were much easier among the unaccustomed surroundings than Rex had dared to hope they would be. Mrs. Pell was very much attracted by him, and both girls declared he was “so interesting.”
In his talk with him Sydney sought to draw out all the facts he could about the Morriseys.
“That boy you had the fight with, Miles,” he said—“Jimmy, I think you told Rex his name was—did you never ask him any questions about what he overheard that night?”
“No. Mr. Morrisey seemed not to want me to talk about it, and besides, I never would have asked Jimmy after what had happened.”
“But you’d ask him now, wouldn’t you?” went on Sydney. “You say that you heard his mother was dead. He seems to be the only person left from whom you can get a clew.”
“Yes, I’d ask him now if I had the chance,” Miles admitted “But I don’t know just where he is. You see, I’ve lost track of the Morriseys lately.”
“But you could find it again couldn’t you? Write to the place where you heard they were last. Where was that?”