“Exactly that, pard. You know a funny thing has been running in my head ever since I trapped him. It’s a toast I heard once. This is it:
“‘Here is to the love that lies
In a woman’s eyes.
Yes, it lies and lies,
And keeps on lying.’”
Dick rose instantly and placed a hand on his chum’s shoulder.
“Why, Brad!” he exclaimed, “I never knew you to talk so queerly. What did Budthorne tell you that set you into such a mood?”
“You’re my friend. I wouldn’t talk of it to any one else. You know I was smitten on Nadia Budthorne.”
“Well?”
“Of course I was a chump to care for her.”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Yes, I was. I’m a plain sort of chap, although I’m not half as wild and woolly as I pretend to be.”
“You don’t have to tell me that, old man. I’ve been able to see under the surface all along. I think I understand you.”