"Well, we'll wait a bit," said Vandervent. "Meanwhile, I'm going to the office."
"On Sunday?" asked Mrs. Walbrough. Vandervent smiled faintly.
"I think I'll be forgiven—considering the cause for which I labor," he finished. He was rewarded by a smile from Clancy that brought the color to his cheeks.
And then, the blush still lingering, he left them. Walbrough escorted him to the door. He returned, a puzzled look upon his face.
"Well, I wonder what he means by saying that he knows a way to keep the thing out of the papers."
"You're an idiot!" snapped his wife "Why—any one ought to know what he means."
The judge ran his fingers across the top of his head.
"'Any one ought to know,' eh? Well, I'm one person that doesn't."
"You'll find out soon enough," retorted Mrs. Walbrough. She turned to Clancy. "Come along, dear; you must lie down."
Randall, whose silence during the past half-hour had been conspicuous, opened his mouth.