XIX - TWO AT LUNCHEON––––––––
TERENCE MCGUIRE, potential detective, went straight to the office of Judge Hoyt.
It was about one o’clock, and he found the lawyer, about to go to his luncheon.
“Well, Terence,” the Judge said, in surprise, “I thought you were busy at your Philadelphia desk.”
It was on the tip of Fibsy’s tongue to say that Miss Avice sent for him, but he suddenly changed his mind and said, “Yes, sir, Judge, I was, but me Aunt is awful sick an’ I hadda come home. I’m all she’s got, an’ I can’t leave her w’en she’s sick.”
As a matter of fact, Aunt Becky was at that moment preparing some complicated combination of pastry and fruit and whipped cream for her mendacious nephew’s dinner, and was in robust health.
“So you’ve left Mr. Stetson?”
“Well, I jest came over to see Aun
