“Why, this is what I call luck!” a familiar voice exclaimed. “Mr. Tavernake, you're the very man I was looking for!”
CHAPTER XVIII. A MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE
Tavernake was not sociably inclined and took no pains to conceal the fact. Mr. Pritchard, however, was not easily to be shaken off.
“So you've been palling up to the old man, eh?” he remarked, in friendly fashion.
“I came across the professor unexpectedly,” Tavernake answered, coldly. “What do you want with me, please? I am on my way home.”
Pritchard laughed softly to himself.
“Say, there's something about you Britishers I can't help admiring!” he declared. “You are downright, aren't you?”
“I suppose you think we are too clumsy to be anything else,” Tavernake replied. “This is my 'bus coming. Good-night!”
Pritchard's hand, however, tightened upon his companion's arm.