"Huh, I don’t know what ails ’im, suh," the negro grunted, "but I kin see he’s actin’ curious. Dat fust mawnin’ when I went in his room to clean up an’ make de baid I come in easy like to keep fum wakin’ ’im, but, bless you, he was already up, standin’ at de window lookin’ out in de street an’ actually groanin’ to hisse’f like some’n’ was wrong wid his insides. I axed ’im what was de matter, an’ if he wants me to telephone fer de doctor, but he lit in to cussin’ me at sech a rate dat I seed it wasn’t any ailment o’ de flesh, anyway. He ordered me to go to de café fer his breakfast, an’ I fetched ’im what he always did fancy—fried chicken, eggs on toast, an’ coffee wid whipped cream—but, bless you, he let 'em get stone cold on de table, an’ wouldn’t touch a thing but what was in yo’ decanter." "You don’t tell me," Sively said, anxiously. "What has he been doing of evenings? Did he go to the Kimball House dance? I had Colville send him tickets. The Williamsons asked him to their card-party, too. Did he go?" "Not a step," Pomp replied. "He had me lay out his claw-hammer coat an’ get it pressed at de tailor-shop dat fust night, and stirred around considerable, wid several drinks in ’im. He even had me clean his patent-leather pumps and ordered a cab fum de stable. Said he wasn’t goin’ to ride in one o’ dem rickety street hacks wid numbers on ’em an’ disgrace you. But, suh, de cab come an’ I had everything out clean on de baid even to a fresh tube-rose for his button-hole. He sat around smokin’ and runnin’ fer de decanter ever’ now and den, but wouldn’t take off a rag of his old clothes, an’ kept walkin’ de flo’, fust to de winder an’ den back to de lounge, whar he’d throw hisse’f down at full length an’ roll an’ toss like he had de cramps. I went to ’im, I did, at ten o’clock, an’ told ’im he was gwine to miss de grand promenade an’ let all de rest of ’em fill up de ladies’ cards, but he stared at me, suh, like he didn’t know what I was talkin’ about, an’ den he come to his senses, an’ told me he wasn’t goin’ to no dance. He went to de window an’ ordered de cab off. De next mawnin’ he had all his nice dress-suit stuffed in a wad in his valise. It was a sight, I’m here to tell you, an’ he was settin’ on de baid smoking. He said he’d had enough o’ dis town, an’ believed he’d take de train home; but he didn’t, suh. De next night I was sho’ oneasy, an’ I watched ’im de best I could widout makin’ ’im mad. He et a bite o’ de supper I fetched 'im, and den, atter dark, he started out on foot. I followed ’im, kase I ’lowed you’d want me to ef you was here." "Yes, of course," Sively said; "and where did he go?"