"I have not."
"It's mighty strange," was Tom's blunt conmment. "Do you know who the sick young man was?"
"I haven't the slightest idea. I never ask questions unless they are necessary."
"He was my brother, and those fellows who had him in charge are his enemies and up to no good."
"Indeed!" And Dr. Karley elevated his shaggy eyebrows in well-assumed surprise.
"I am bound to find my brother, and if you know anything more you had better tell me," went on Tom bluntly.
The random shaft struck home, and the old doctor started back in dismay.
"Why—er—surely you do not—er—suspect me of—ahem—of anything wrong?" he stammered.
"I want to get at the truth. Which way did they go when they drove off?"
"Directly for town."
"And when was this?"
"Inside of half an hour after they got here."
"Did they give any names?"
"No. It was not necessary, since I could not take them in."
"Your place doesn't seem to be very crowded."
