"I know you will," she said, promptly. "Fifty-fifty.... In an hour, at Case's restaurant."
At the hour set Pansy and Mr. Peaney found a corner table in the little restaurant, and when they had ordered Peaney asked, "Well, what you got on your mind?"
"A big farmer from the backwoods—with a trunkful of money. Don't know how he got it. Must have sold the family wood lot, but he's got it with him ... and he came down to invest it."
"No."
"Honest Injun."
"How much?"
"From what he said it's more than ten thousand dollars."
"Lead me to him."
"He'll need some playing with—thinks he's sharp.... But I've been talking to him. Guess he took a liking to me. Wanted to take me to dinner—and he did."
"Say!" exclaimed Mr. Peaney, in admiration, "I had you sized all wrong."