She wasted not a
moment's thought on that, but said:--
"Mr. Ried, who are they? I tried to get their names yesterday, but soon
saw that they were not in the mood to help me. I don't think I have one
correct name. Can you give me a list?"
No, he could not--which admission did not lessen the glow on his cheek.
Possibly he could mention the names of two, and guess at a third, but of
the others he knew nothing.
"To whom, then, can I go? Mr. Durant would know, of course. Where shall
I find him?"
So much Alfred knew. Mr. Durant was to be found at the Fourth National
Bank; but, as for giving information in regard to that class, he was
sure it was beyond him. He (Alfred) had asked only last Sabbath who the
boy was who behaved so wretchedly, and also who was the fellow next him,
but Mr. Durant had not known.
Well, then, Mrs. Roberts said, nothing daunted, not even a shadow
appearing on her quiet face, she must just study it out with his help.
"There is immediate work for you," she said, "for of course I want to
know their names. Who are the two? This Dirk Colson, whom you
mentioned,--which was he?"
Alfred described him as well as his bewilderment would allow, and was
interrupted--
"Oh, the small dark one.
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