The young men left the room hastily. Scarcely had they departed, ere I saw the same gentleman come in, whose anxious face had, a little while before, thrown its shadow over the apartment. He was the father in search of his sons. Again he glanced around, nervously; and this time appeared to be disappointed. As he entered, Slade went out.
"Have John and Wilson been here this evening?" he asked, coming up to the bar and addressing Matthew.
"They are not here," replied Matthew, evasively.
"But haven't they been here?"
"They may have been here; I only came in from my supper a little while ago."
"I thought I saw them entering, only a moment or two ago."
"They're not here, sir." Matthew shook his head and spoke firmly.
"Where is Mr. Slade?"
"In the house, somewhere."
