He was still in this position when the telephone rang; and he rose, grumblingly, to answer it. Winthrop Chase, Senior, was at the other end of the wire; and when he discovered this, Amos winked gravely at the fire and his voice descended half an octave.
“Good evening, Congressman,” said Chase.
“Evening, Mr. Chase,” said Amos.
“Gergue told me you were coming home.”
“I guess he was right.”
“He thought you would want to see me.”
Amos’ eyes widened. “Did he say so?”
Chase laughed. “Well—you understand—Gergue has his methods.”
Amos nodded soberly. “Yes, yes. Well—you can come to-night if you want.”
“Er—what—”