There was a Rebecca Norris, who was put
down as a dressmaker, but that was as near
as he came to Rachel Norris.
Then he set himself to looking over the other
members of the Norris family. Finally he
picked out Norris & Wade, furnishing goods,
and decided to call at the store and inquire
if they knew any lady named Rachel Norris.
The prospect of gaining information in this
way did not seem very promising, but no other
course presented itself, and Carl determined
to follow up the clew, slight as it was.
Though unacquainted with Albany streets,
he had little difficulty in finding the store of
Norris & Wade. It was an establishment of
good size, well supplied with attractive goods.
A clerk came forward to wait upon Carl.
"What can I show you?" he asked.
"You may show me Mr. Norris, if you
please," responded Carl, with a smile.
"He is in the office," said the clerk, with an
answering smile.
Carl entered the office and saw Mr. Norris,
a man of middle age, partially bald, with a
genial, business-like manner.
"Well, young man?" he said, looking at Carl inquiringly.
"You must excuse me for troubling you,
sir," said Carl, who was afraid Mr. Norris
would laugh at him, "but I thought you might
direct me to Rachel Norris."
Mr. Norris looked surprised.
"What do you want of Rachel Norris?" he asked, abruptly.
"I have a little business with her," answered Carl.
"Of what nature?"
"Excuse me, but I don't care to mention it at present."
"Humph! you are very cautious for a young man, or rather boy.
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