“I suppose so,” replied Ralph. “It must be quite a long story, though.”
“It is,” admitted his companion.
“Then suppose we leave its recital till we are rested a bit,” suggested Ralph. “I want you to come up to the house and have supper. Then we’ll adjourn to the garden and have a quiet, comfortable chat.”
“That will be famous,” declared Clark. “Say, you don’t treat an imposter like myself courteous or anything, do you?”
“Are you really an imposter?” asked Ralph, with a faint smile.
“I am—and a rank one.”
“Just one question—you are not the real Marvin Clark?”
“No more than yourself.”
“And you are Fred Porter?”
“That’s it.”