If he will be back later I can come again." The young man did not look like an agent; he carried no telltale insignia.

He was tall and straight and decidedly blond, and he smiled pleasantly as he fanned himself with his straw hat.

Where his brown hair parted there was a cowlick that flung an untamable bang upon his forehead, giving him a combative look that his smile belied.

He was a trifle too old for a senior, Sylvia reflected, soberly studying his lean, smooth-shaven face, but not nearly old enough to be a professor; and except the pastor of the church which she attended, and the physician who had been called to see her in her childish ailments, all men in her world were either students or teachers.

The town men were strange beings, whom Professor Kelton darkly called Philistines, and their ways and interests were beyond her comprehension.
"If you will wait I think I may be able to find him.