“Not nearly so good as mummy. And I wouldn’t have you miss her cooking.”
“Why, I won’t miss anything, you little goose, if I have you. I’ll have to look for a house. There’s a new one going up right back on Second street—it looks pretty nice—”
But just then, his instrument began to call him.
“There’s Mr. Schofield,” he said, and answered, as Mamie handed the board up to him.
“How are you?” was the first question.
“Coming along fine,” Allan answered. “Will be out in a day or two.”
“That’s great. We need you. Things here are in pretty bad shape, but I’m hoping they will calm down. All the trouble is caused by a lot of loafers, and I’m trying to find out who it is that’s behind them. You heard about the fire at the stock-yards?”
“Yes, Stanley told me.”
“We’ve got the men who did that, and intend to put them through, but I’m sure there’s somebody back of them, and we’re trying to get a confession.”
“Do you think it’s the strikers?”