“That’s a joke on me, then. Know a chap with rusty hair and spectacles named Conover?”
“Only by sight. He was one of Hiltz’s fellows and didn’t show up. I don’t know what happened to him. Hiltz is crazy mad, I guess. He sent a fellow out to hunt Conover up, but he wasn’t to be found.”
“Guess they didn’t look in the right place,” said Tom with a grin.
“Why? What do you know about it?”
“I know where Conover was from a quarter past two to twenty minutes past three,” replied Tom with a twinkle.
“You do? Where?”
“In Number 7 Dudley.”
“What? In your room? Look here, Tom, what have you been up to?”
“Well, I thought I was up to helping you get elected, but it seems that I might just as well have spared myself the trouble.”
“Do you mean that you—you——”