Realizing there was nothing more to be learnt from the grocer, Larose thanked him for the information he had given and proceeded to leave the shop. There being no customer waiting to be served, the grocer followed him outside, interested in what car he might be driving. Tom was sitting waiting in the car, and the instant the grocer clapped eyes on him he gave a startled exclamation.
“But surely, sir,” he whispered to Larose, “surely—isn’t that the man I saw in Mr. Holt’s kitchen that morning? He’s exactly like him.”
“You think so?” queried Larose sharply, startled that the coming of Jim Werrick to the Old Mill should now be confirmed so strongly. “But I thought you only saw him for a few seconds, because he bobbed back so quickly away from the window.”
“Yes, that’s true, sir,” nodded th
