“I saw her going down the street a good while ago. An old woman, dressed in black, had her.”
“Going down the street! Where?” asked Mr. Fleetwood, with increasing excitement.
“By our house,” replied the boy.
“Where is your house?” demanded the old gentleman, in a voice that startled not only the lad, but all the other inmates of the store.
“Round in Eager Street.”
“Which way did you say they were going?”
“Toward Fifth Street.”
“I’ll give you ten dollars if you’ll find them!” said Mr. Fleetwood.
“Will you?” And the lad dropped his package on the counter and started for the door.
“Ten dollars?” He paused for reassurance.