At ten o'clock the next day Harry presented himself at the hotel. He carried in his hand a carpetbag lent him by Mr. Leavitt, which contained his small stock of under-clothing. His outside suits he left at Mr. Leavitt's.
``I see you are on time,'' said the professor.
``Yes, sir; I always mean to be.''
``That's well; now if you'll jump into my buggy with me, we will ride round to the Town Hall, and take in my apparatus. I have to keep a carriage,'' said the magician, as they rode along. ``As a general thing, the places at which I give entertainments are near together, and my horse answers my purpose.''
They drew up in front of the Town Hall, and in a short time the apparatus was transferred to a trunk in the back part of the buggy, and securely locked.
``Would you like to drive?''
``Yes, sir,'' answered Harry, with alacrity.
``I am going to give an entertainment in Holston this evening,'' said his new employer. ``Were you ever there?''
``No, sir.''
``It is a smart little place, and, although the population is not large, I always draw a full house.''
His companion leaned back at his ease, and talked socially on various subjects. He paused a moment, and Harry was startled by hearing a stifled child's voice just behind him: ``Oh, let me out! Don't keep me locked up here!''
The reins nearly fell from his hands. He turned, and heard the voice apparently proceeding from the trunk.
The truth flashed upon Harry. His companion was exerting some of his powers as a ventriloquist.
``Oh, it is you, sir,'' he said, smiling.
His companion smiled.
``You are right,'' he said.
``I
don't see how you can do it,'' said Harry, in admiration. ``It was perfectly natural.''
``Practice, my boy.''
A week later, Harry reached a brisk manufacturing place which I will call Centreville.
In company with his employer he drove over from a neighboring town, and, according to custom, put up at the village hotel. He assisted the professor during the afternoon to get ready the hall for his evening performance, and, at half-past five, took his seat at the supper table.
Just as Harry began to eat he lifted his eyes and started in surprise as he recognized, in his opposite neighbor, Luke Harrison. Precisely at the same moment, Luke also looked up, and the recognition was mutual. Luke was disagreeably startled at Harry's sudden appearance. Not knowing his connection with Professor Henderson, he fancied that our hero was in quest of him, and not being skilled in the law, felt a little apprehension as to what course he might take.
``How are you, Walton?'' he said.
``I am well,'' said Harry, coldly.
``How do you happen to be in this neighborhood?''
``On business,'' said Harry, briefly.
Luke jumped to the conclusion that the business related to him, and, conscious of wrong-doing, felt disturbed.
``You left us rather suddenly,'' said Harry. ``No one knew where you had gone.''
``Why, yes,'' said Luke, hesitating. ``I had reasons. I'll tell you about it after supper.''
As Harry rose from the table Luke rose, also, and joined him.
``Come upstairs to my room, Walton,'' he said, ``and have a cigar.''
``I'll go upstairs with you, but I don't smoke.''
He led the way into a small apartment on the top floor.
