"Not much; Frank Massanet told me of him."
And Richard related the particulars.
"But did not Norris try to get me out of a position?" he added.
"Yes--no--I don't know." Mr. Mann contracted his brow, and then a light
seemed to break in upon him. "He did cast suspicion upon you, but I
thought that was only done for effect--I couldn't exactly understand
it."
"Perhaps he wished to get some one in my place--some one who would aid
him--that is, if he is the guilty party. Who had my place before?"
"A tall young man named Springer. He was discharged for incompetency.
"Springer!" exclaimed Richard. "That was the name of the doorkeeper
at the Laurel Club. He and Norris are great friends."
"Ah! Then I see it. Hold up! We received two applications for your
position only last week."
"What were the names?" asked the boy, deeply interested.
"I have them here in my note-book," replied Mr. Mann, feeling in his
pocket. "Do you remember the names of those you met at that club?"
Richard thought a moment.
"Harrison, Foley, Nichols and Springer, I think. I'm pretty good at
remembering names," he returned.
Mr. Mann got out his notebook.
"Here they are!" he cried. "Andrew S. Foley is one, and Henry Nichols
the other." He jammed the volume back into his pocket.
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