"From New York?"
"Yes; and Chicago, too. He came out two weeks ago to work up a land deal. Represents a million dollars in a syndicate, though I fancy he's not so big a part of it as he makes out. He's full of these tall stories, though they don't all of them hang together well. It's fun to listen to him, though. I couldn't help taking him down about that Mosely affair. He was so cock-sure of knowing everything that I couldn't resist the temptation."
"You did give his vanity a singe."
"It wasn't the politic thing to do with a million-dollar trade hanging in the balance, but I reckon he's got enough of his feathers left to carry him through the deal."
Wharton Kendrick leaned back in his chair, and his face glowed in amusement.
Then on a sudden he straightened up, all gravity.
"Did you bring any news?" he asked.
"I have a present of an overcoat," I answered. And I gave him the story of the adventure of the night.
"That was a rash play of yours," he said gravely. "Don't do it again. It wasn't necessary."
"Are you certain that Bolton is the only man who has an interest in setting a watch on you?" I inquired.