McCartney's voice had grown strong and clear.
The old fellow looked at him sharply and changed his tone. He must get this madman out of his house. He must humor him.
"Come, come, that's all right. Cheer up! Why, I had a little girl of my own once."
McCartney pierced him through and through with swimming eyes.
"And her memory was only worth two miserable quarters? You lie, you wretched old man, you lie!"
The old fellow started back. The door banged. McCartney was gone.
THE MAN HUNT
I
Note.—Action takes place about the year 1915.