At breakfast next morning Jimmy waited impatiently for his sister to come downstairs. He hoped she would get to the table before his father because with Papa present he couldn't talk, and he wanted to talk. When at last Stella took her chair, he stretched his foot under the table and kicked her slightly.
"I've got a secret," he whispered.
"Tell it to me," said Stella.
"It's a big secret."
"If you won't tell, I won't give you any of my Flinch candy."
Jimmy was silent a moment as he gave this thought. Then he leaned forward and whispered,
"Mr. Trask moved last night."
"He always moves," replied Stella, unimpressed.
"I mean really moved. Toward Mr. Maudsley."