She shook her head anxiously. “You don't look able. You've walked all night.”
“No, I didn't,” he returned. “I tell you I got some sleep. I got all I wanted anyhow.”
“But, papa——”
“Here!” he interrupted, looking up at her suddenly and setting down his cup of coffee. “Look here! What about this Mr. Russell? I forgot all about him. What about him?”
Her lip trembled a little, but she controlled it before she spoke. “Well, what about him, papa?” she asked, calmly enough.
“Well, we could hardly——” Adams paused, frowning heavily. “We could hardly expect he wouldn't hear something about all this.”
“Yes; of course he'll hear it, papa.”
“Well?”
“Well, what?” she asked, gently.
“You don't think he'd be the—the cheap kind it'd make a difference with, of course.”