He opened the door and asked the clerk to step in.
“Do you know anybody named Low?” asked Kerr, when the clerk was with them.
“Yes,” replied the clerk; “there’s a farmer named Hank Low, from Mason Creek——”
“That’s the man.”
The clerk said nothing further, and Kerr asked:
“When did you see him last?”
“This afternoon,” was the reply.
“Here?”
“Yes—great heavens!”
The clerk looked suddenly startled.