“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?”
“I heard a man threaten to kill him this morning.”
For an instant Mr. Folsom was too astonished to speak.
He stood with his mouth open, staring at Claymore.
Then he brought his fist down on the clerk’s desk with a bang, and exclaimed:
“Then, I’ll be responsible for tracking that enemy to the ends of the earth, if necessary. I’ll telegraph for Nick Carter to come. He’s in this part of the country, and I can get him here by evening, if not sooner.”