“I shall look for you at that hour.”
It was then about noon, and while they were at dinner Claymore tried to make the clergyman think that the business was all straight, but evidently he did not succeed.
“I shall go to my room and think quietly till Low comes,” said Mr. Judson, when they got up from the table, “and I repeat that if all does not seem to be honest and aboveboard I shall take measures to right the wrongs that have been done.”
“Go ahead, then,” grumbled Claymore. “I shall be at the office if you want any information.”
They parted, and did not meet again.
Half past three came, and, prompt to the minute, Hank Low drove to the hotel entrance and went in.
Mr. Judson’s room was on the fourth floor, the clerk told him, and called a boy to show the visitor up.
“Never mind,” said Low, “I’ve been here before, and I know the way,” and he went up alone.[{7}]
Within five minutes he came down the stairs again, an angry look upon his face.
He said nothing to anybody, but hastened to his wagon, got in, said “Geddap, Jenny,” and drove away as rapidly as the old nag could take him.