The bulk of the congregation had left the church; a few
ladies in pairs, still lingered, when the minister, accompanied by a
young man of athletic build, came out through what seemed to be a vestry
door, and would have gone by without especially attracting Worth's
attention, but for the words of the clergyman as they stopped directly in
front of the detective.
"Well, good-by, Thorne," he said, "I'll be around to chat a while with
you in a couple of hours at the Commercial."
They parted, the preacher going in one direction in company with several
ladies, and the man he called Thorne in the opposite.
Worth instantly recalled the photograph owned by the girl at his boarding
place and followed the man whom he heard addressed as Thorne. There was
nothing remarkable in his appearance, however, nor was there anything to
remind him that he had before seen him. He was a good looking man,
perhaps twenty-five years of age, of medium size, broad shoulders, and
elastic step. He seemed to be in no haste, for he moved leisurely along
his way. Every person he met seemed to recognize him, and he in most
affable manner returned their greetings.
Soon a dignified old gentleman approached, and holding out both hands
said: "Good morning, George. How is your father today?"
"Good morning, Judge," responded the young man. "I saw father just before
I came to church; he is much better, thank you."
"Ah! that is good," said the old gentleman, as he passed on.
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