"Yes."
"It's the man I saw descend from the coach," I said to the clerk.
"Where is he?" inquired that gentleman.
"In the inn," replied the porter.
"Is he going to stay all night?" I inquired.
"I don't know."
"It's very odd," observed the clerk, and he put his pen behind his ear, and placed himself in front of the fire; "very odd," he repeated.
"It don't look well," said the porter; "not at all."
Some further conversation ensued upon the subject, but as it did not tend to throw any light upon the personage in question, it is unnecessary for me to relate it.
Awhile afterward, the clerk went into the hotel to learn, if possible, something more relative to this singular visitor. He was not absent more than a few minutes, and when he returned his countenance, I fancied, was more sedate than usual. I asked him if he had gathered any further information.