"
Young Thorpe took up the candle directly; and leading the way
down-stairs, let him out into the street by the private door, not
venturing to irritate him by saying anything, but waiting on the
door-step, and watching him with great curiosity as he started for his
walk. He was just getting out of sight, when Zack heard him stop, and
strike his stick on the pavement. In less than a minute he had turned,
and was back again at the door of the tobacconist's shop.
"Zack," he whispered, "you ask about among your friends if any of 'em
ever knowed a man with that name I told you of."
"Do you mean the _'Arthur Carr'_ you were talking about just now?"
inquired young Thorpe.
"Yes; _Arthur Carr,"_ said Mat, very earnestly. Then, turning away
before Zack could ask him any more questions, he disappeared rapidly
this time in the darkness of the street.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE SEARCH FOR ARTHUR CARR.
Mr. Blyth was astir betimes on the morning after Mat and young Thorpe
had visited him in the studio. Manfully determined not to give way an
inch to his own continued reluctance to leave home, he packed up his
brushes and colors, and started on his portrait-painting tour by the
early train which he had originally settled to travel by.
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