CHAPTER XITELLS SOMETHING OF TWO GENTLEMEN WHO WERE ENCOUNTERED UNEXPECTEDLY
MR. BARTHOLOMEW SCANLON stood up with much calmness.
“I’m obliged to you,” said he nodding first to Mrs. Kretz and then to her daughter. “And I’ll think over what you’ve said. It might lead to something.”
“There is my husband,” said the elder woman. “He thinks women are foolish. You’ll not speak to him?”
“About this? No. I’ll mention it to no one. And,” pausing in his movement toward the door, “if you hear or see anything else which may be useful to Mr. Campe, don’t make me wait for it.”
“I will speak to you at once,” promised Mrs. Kretz, intent upon the blue stocking.
In the hall, outside the kitchen door, Bat Scanlon’s manner changed. Bulky as he was and with forty years resting upon him, he was still a we
