“Fine!” said Elk. “You needn’t worry at all, Miss Bennett. That Gordon man can certainly move. I guess he’s in Gloucester by now, sleeping in the best bed in the city.”
“But do you know he’s in Gloucester?” she asked stubbornly.
“I’ve had no exact news, but I can tell you this, that we’ve had no bad news,” said Elk; “and when there’s no news, you can bet that things are going according to schedule.”
“How did you hear about it, Johnson?”
The new millionaire explained.
“I ought to have pulled in Silenski and his operator,” said Elk thoughtfully. “These motion picture men lack reticence. And how does it feel to be rich, Johnson?” he asked.
“Mr. Johnson doesn’t think it feels too good,” said Broad. “He has attracted the attention of old man Frog.”
Elk examined the warning carefully.
“When did this come?”
“I found it on my desk yesterday morning,” said Johnson, and told him of the tea incident. “Do you think, Mr. Elk, you will ever put your hand on the Frog?”