The clerk had been so shocked that he could not remember whom he had seen with Mr. Judson.
So the hotel manager had engaged the undertaker.
At last the clerk recalled that Judson had been with Claymore early in the morning, and that the two had dined together in the hotel restaurant at noon.
Accordingly, a messenger was sent to the oil company’s office to inform Claymore of what had happened.
It was while the messenger was gone on this errand that a man went into the hotel, and laid his card on the clerk’s desk.
“Send it up to Mr. Judson, please,” he said.
“Mr. Judson!” gasped the clerk, looking first at the man and then at his card.
“Yes,” replied the caller, “Rev. Elijah Judson. He’s stopping here, isn’t he?”
“Yes—that is, he was, Mr.——” The clerk looked at the card. “Mr. Folsom,” he added, “but he’s—he’s gone.”