“Well?” he demanded.
“Good evening,” said Bob. “Could you let us have something to eat, sir? We would be glad to pay for it.”
“This isn’t a hotel,” said the man.
“Oh, then you aren’t Mr. William Hooper?”
“Yes, that’s me. Some one send you here?”
“Yes, sir. We met a man down at Locust Park who said he was sure you’d——”
“What was his name?”
“Er—what was it, Dan?”
“Abner Wade,” answered Dan promptly.
The name exerted a remarkable effect on Mr. William Hooper. His face flushed darkly and his hands clinched. Bob fell back from the doorway in alarm.