Hardley. "Why
--why--"
"Bless my alarm clock!" voiced Mr. Damon, "has anything
happened, Tom? No accident to the M. N. 1 is there? You aren't
backing out now, at the last minute, are you?"
"Oh, no," was the easy answer. "We'll go, as arranged, but not
today. I had some unexpected news last night which necessitates
making a trip this morning. I expect to be back tonight, if all
goes well, and we'll start tomorrow morning instead of this. It's
a matter of important business."
"Well, I don't know that we can find fault with Mr. Swift for
attending to business," said Mr. Hardley, with a short laugh.
"Business is what keeps the world moving. And we are a little
ahead of our schedule, as a matter of fact. May I ask where you
are going, Mr. Swift?"
"To Bedford, to call on a Mr. Barton Keith," answered Tom
quickly, looking the adventurer straight in the eyes.
Mr. Hardley was a good actor, or else he was a perfectly
innocent man, for he showed not the least sign of perturbation.
"Oh, Bedford," he remarked. "Don't know that I ever heard of
the place.
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