"Any answer?" inquired the messenger.
"Take this," said Alfred. And he thrust a bill into the small boy's
hand.
"Yes, sir," answered the boy and disappeared quickly, lest this madman
might reconsider his generosity.
Alfred threw down the time table in despair. "No train for Chicago until
night," he cried; but his mind was working fast. The next moment he was
at the telephone, asking for the Division Superintendent of the railway
line.
When Alfred's partner returned from luncheon he found a curt note
informing him that Alfred had left on a special for Chicago and would
"write."
"I'll bet it's his wife!" said the partner.