"Do you return to Truesdale to-day?" Harvey asked.

"No. Not until day after to-morrow. We go to the South Side to dinner,
father and I. Father told me to meet him here at half-past three."

Harvey drew out his watch.

"It is after four now."

"Yes, I'm a little worried. Father is usually very prompt. He had to see
some men about the railroad, but he said it wouldn't take him long. I'm
afraid something has happened."

So was Harvey. The mention of Mr. Porter brought back to him certain
peculiar facts, and for a moment he thought fast. Evidently something was
happening. In case there was a chance of Tillman City wavering, Jim Weeks
should know of Porter's activity and at once. Harvey rose abruptly.

"Excuse me. I find I have forgotten some work at the office."

"Must you go? I am sorry." She rose and extended her hand. "I shan't be at
home either night or I'd ask you to come and see me. But you are coming
down to Truesdale soon, remember."

"Yes," said Harvey. "Good-by."

He walked rapidly to the Washington Building. Jim had left no word, and
Harvey called up the Ashland Avenue residence, but could learn nothing.
The Northern Station master returned a similar report: Mr. Weeks had not