It occurred to him to ask the clerks if they had any idea where he was. He stepped outside where the young men were washing their hands and putting on their coats.
"Does either of you know where Dick is?" he inquired.
"He's gone home," replied one of the clerks.
"That can't be, for his pay envelope is here waiting for him to claim it."
"Is that so?" said the clerk.
"Yes; the cashier handed it to me and said he believed Mr. Dale had sent him out on an errand."
"He might have done so, but he would have got back long before this, for he knows that the store closes at three on Saturday."
"When did you see him last?"
"Something over an hour ago. He was then up on the next floor making some changes in the sample cases."
"He might be up there yet."