"But how are you going to 'smoke him out' as you say?" asked Mrs. Cane.
"I've got that all fixed up with Dr. Richards. He's going to go in there and pump that barber dry!" replied Mr. Cane determinedly. "The doctor will drop in for a shave, and he'll find out where McInness heard this slanderous report—"
Sube was seized with another fit of coughing, and politely asked to be excused from the table. However, his epiglottic difficulties vanished as he caught up his cap and dashed out of the house. A few moments later he made his appearance in the McInness barber shop.
The barber grinned at him. "Want another haircut?" he asked maliciously.
Sube gazed searchingly at the lather-smeared occupant of the chair and, recognizing Dr. Richards' unmistakable features, realized he was too late, and turned towards the door with a worried look.
"Lookin' for your father?" asked the barber.
"Huh?—Yes," replied Sube. "Seen 'im?"
"Not sence this mornin'," returned the barber compassionately.
And before the door had closed Sube heard the barber saying: