"I believe I did agree to take one copy of the work she showed me," admitted Mr. Wheatcroft, a little sheepishly. Then he looked up suddenly. "Why, bless my soul," he cried, "that was yesterday morning——"
"Allowing for differences of clocks," Paul returned, "it was about ten minutes to ten yesterday morning."
"Then how do you come to know anything about it? I should like to be told that!" the junior partner inquired. "You did not get down till nearly twelve."
"I had an eye on you," Paul answered, as the smile again flitted across his face.
"But I thought you were detained all the morning by a sick friend," insisted Mr. Wheatcroft.
"So I was," Paul responded. "And if you won't believe I had an eye on you, all I can say then is that a little bird told me."
"Stuff and nonsense!" cried Mr. Wheatcroft. "Your little bird has two legs, hasn't it?"
"Most birds have," laughed Paul.
"I mean two legs in a pair of trousers," explained the junior partner, rumpling his grizzled hair with an impatient gesture.
"You see how uncomfortable it is to be shadowed," said Paul, turning the topic as his father entered the office.