"I don't believe that he's a good fellow," said the other.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, a detective is--is--"
"A necessary evil?" Trove suggested.
"Just that," said the other. "He must pretend to be what he isn't
and--well, a gentleman is not apt to sell himself for that purpose,
Now he's trying to convince people that you knew as much about the
crime as Darrel. In my opinion he isn't honest. Good looks and
fine raiment are all there is to that fellow--take my word for it."
"You're inclined to judge him harshly," said Trove. "But I'm
worried, for I fear he's unworthy of her and---and I must leave
town to-morrow."
"Shall you go to see her?"
"No; not until I know more about him. I have friends here and they
will give her good counsel. Soon they'll know what kind of a man
he is, and, if necessary, they'll warn her. I'm beset with
trouble, but, thank God, I know which way to turn."
XXXIII
The White Guard
Next morning Trove was on his way to Quebec--a long, hard journey
in the wintertime, those days. Leblanc had moved again,--so they
told him in Quebec,--this time to Plattsburg of Clinton County, New
York. There, however, Trove was unable to find the Frenchman.
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