CHAPTER XXIV
A MATTER OF VERACITY
Near eleven o'clock that forenoon, Henry
Cope saw Benton King passing his store.
Immediately he hurried out, calling to
the young man.
"Hey, Bent!" he cried. "Want to see ye a minute. Come back here, will ye?"
King came back.
"What's the matter, Mr. Cope? You seem somewhat disturbed."
"Come inter my office, won't ye? I want to ask you a few questions. 'Twon't take long."
King glanced at his watch. He was wearing a woolen shirt and his ordinary mill clothes, but even in such common toggery he was a rather handsome young fellow.
"All right," he said; "I've got ten minutes to spare."
He was speculating a bit as he followed the storekeeper into the cramped private office.
"Set down," invited Cope.
"I prefer to stand, if you don't mind."
