"What!" Morris gasped.
"Maybe it was five minutes ago," the clerk continued. "A gentleman with a red tie and a fine diamond pin. His name was Tucker or Tuckerton or——"
"Tuchman," Morris cried.
"That's right," said the clerk; "he was a——"
But Morris turned on his heel and darted wildly toward the entrance.
"Say!" he cried, hailing the carriage agent, "did you seen it a lady and a gent in an oitermobile leave here five minutes ago?"
"Ladies and gents leave here in automobiles on an average of every three minutes," said the carriage agent.
"Sure, I know," Morris continued, "but the gent wore it a red tie with a big diamond."
"Red tie with a big diamond," the carriage agent repeated. "Oh, yeh—I remember now. The lady wanted to know where they was going, and the red necktie says up to the Heatherbloom Inn and something about getting back to his store afterward."
Morris nodded vigorously.