CHAPTER IV.
CLANCY GETS A JOBThere was nothing friendly in Rockwell’s voice. In fact, his very words showed an enmity for which Clancy was at a loss to account.
“I was helping out the judge,” said he. “I didn’t know I was butting into your affairs.”
“You made Pembroke think I didn’t know what was wrong with his car!”
“Well, you didn’t, did you?”
“Think I’m a fool? Think I——” Rockwell broke off suddenly, as though realizing he was going too far. “Pembroke is one of my best customers,” he went on. “He keeps two cars at my garage—that big one and an electric for his wife. You’ve made him think I don’t know my business, and I’m liable to lose his trade. That’s why I’m sore about your butting in.”
There was something here which Clancy could not understand. If Rockwell knew what was wrong
