“That’s the plan now,” said Dade. “Have a chair.”
Pike hung up his coat as if he were at home, and seated himself. Dade closed the door, for he had a feeling that Pike desired to say something that ought not to go beyond the walls of the room.
“There’s only one thing in this whole business that I don’t like,” Pike began.
“You mean of the entertainments?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“Merriwell!”
“There are others I like myself better than Merriwell.”
“That sounded funny. ‘I like myself better than Merriwell!’ Of course you do.”
“You know what I mean.”