"Did the gentleman—whose name, by the way, you have forgotten—"
"Yes, sir; I have quite forgotten it," Harwood replied promptly.
"Did he show any feeling—indignation, pique, as he read the letter?"
"No; but he read it carefully. His face showed pain, I should say, sir, rather than indignation. He gave his negative reply coldly—a little sharply. He was very courteous—a gentleman, I should say, beyond any question."
"I dare say. What kind of an establishment did he keep?"
"A small cottage, with books everywhere, right by the campus. A young girl let me in; she spoke of the professor as her grandfather. She went off to find him for me in the college library."
"A young person. What did she look like?"
"A dark young miss, with black hair tied with a red ribbon."
Fitch smiled.
"You are sure of the color, are you? This man lives there with his granddaughter, and the place was simple—comfortable, no luxuries. You had no conversation with him."