Part 9 (1/2)
”Another boy wants to see you, Mr. Goldwin,” said the clerk, shortly after the man of finance had engaged young Mortimer.
”You may show him in,” said the banker.
The door opened, and Bob Hunter stepped into Mr. Goldwin's presence. If he had only had a bundle of newspapers under his arm, he would have felt quite at home; but, as he had nothing of the kind, he was a trifle embarra.s.sed.
”What do you want here?” asked Mr. Goldwin, more sharply than was his wont.
”I come down, sir, to see if you can tell me anything about Herbert Randolph.”
”What do you want to know about him?”
”I want to know where he is. He hain't shown up not sence last night.”
”Was he a friend of yours?”
”Yes, sir, me and him roomed together.”
”You and he roomed together?” repeated the banker, as if he doubted Bob's word.
”That's what I said, sir,” answered the newsboy, showing his dislike of the insinuation against his truthfulness.
”I am afraid you are inclined to be stuffy, young man,” replied Mr.
Goldwin. ”I am unable, however, to give you the information you seek.”
”You don't know where he is, then?”
”No, I have not seen him since he left here last night.”
”Do you know why he is stayin' away?”
”Certainly I do not.”
”Done nothin' wrong. I s'pose?” queried Bob.
”I have not fixed any wrong upon him yet.”
”Then, if he hain't done no wrong, somethin's keepin' him.”
”He may have a motive in staying away,” said the banker, becoming interested in Bob's keen manner.
”What do you s'pose his motive is?”
”That I cannot tell.”
”Foul play, that's what I think.”
”Nonsense, boy.”
”I don't think there's no nonsense about it. I know he wouldn't light out jest for fun, not much. Herbert Randolph wasn't no such a feller. He didn't have no money, n' he had to work. Me an' him had a room together, as I said, an' his things are in the room now.”