“Do you mean to try to get proof?”
“That’s exactly what I mean to do,” said Varrell, smiling. “I say, Dick, you’d better take lessons of Poole! He’s found out more in three minutes than you have in a week.”
Varrell’s hand was already on the door-knob, when he checked himself and turned: “By the way, Phil, if you want to stand well with Sands, be careful what you say about Flanahan. Sands is awfully cut up about the whole business, ashamed and mad and disgusted to think that he has been pushing such a mucker. Just say nothing to him about it, or you’ll get him down on you.”
“Thank you,” said Phil. “I’ll be careful.”
[1]. A duplicate of this interesting experiment will be found recorded in an article on lip-reading in the Century for January, 1897.
CHAPTER XIII
THE SPRING RUNNING
John Curtis clapped the book together with a sigh of relief. “That’s the end. Much obliged to you. Going home for vacation next week?”
“No,” said Dick. “Are you?”