“Do you know where he went?”
“Somewhere up north, I think,” replied the clerk. “It’s private business. That’s all he said to me.”
“Can you tell me if there has been a fellow named Raikes here to see him this week?” Tom went on, eagerly.
“Yes; pretty nearly every day. His last visit was yesterday morning. I think he has something to do with Mr. Glendale’s journey. Can I do anything for you, Mr. Fordham?”
“Nothing,” said Tom. “Much obliged, Martin.”
He beckoned to Jerry, and they left the room. They did not speak until they were out on Broadway.
“Just a few hours too late,” exclaimed Tom. “But we’ll save the money yet. Now for the telegraph office. You must send a dispatch to Kingman. Then we’ll catch the first express train to Bangor. I’m going up there with you to help get Brick out of the scrape.”