Chapter 64

“Oh. I couldn’t think where I’d seen him. But I remember now--he’s a sort of porter and general helper at that large bakery on lower Market Street.” “I really didn’t know where he worked,” admitted Mrs. Buhler. “I had thought of asking him several times, but he’s an awfully hard man to carry on a conversation with.” He had been at the rooming-house four months when he received his first letter. Its envelope proclaimed it a hay-fever cure advertisement. As he was not in the habit of leaving his key at the desk, the …