Mr. Folsom was terribly distressed.
The crowd that had gathered at the clerk’s desk listened breathlessly.
“You may be entirely right,” said Claymore quietly, “but I think not. I heard the conversation you refer to.”
“You heard it?”
“Yes; I was with Mr. Judson at the time.”
“Ah! I didn’t see you. Then you heard his words?”
“I did, and, as I say, you may be right, but I think differently.”
“How can you?” asked Mr. Folsom eagerly; “if there’s a ray of hope for a different explanation, in the name of Heaven speak up, man!”
“Mr. Judson had a bitter enemy,” said Claymore.
“An enemy! Do you know this?”