Then Dave remembered what the doctor had said about being a poor man and needing money. Perhaps the fellow thought to "bleed him," not only in the interest of Jasniff and Merwell, but also for himself.
"He'll not get a cent out of me unless he has something of real value to turn over to me," Dave decided. "If it's only a blackmailing scheme, he'll find me as sharp as himself." He could make nothing of the fact that the doctor had at first tried to avoid him.
He was half tempted to tell Roger and Phil about the affair, but at last decided to see it through alone. If there really was something in it about private letters and photographs he would prefer that his chums know nothing of it.
All that evening and throughout Friday, Dave was very thoughtful. His chums noticed it, and Roger and Phil both asked what was wrong.
"Nothing wrong," he answered, with a faint smile.
"You've got something on your mind, Dave," went on the senator's son. "Struck a new girl, or has Jessie struck a new fellow?"
"Not as bad as that, Roger. I was just wondering if I should buy a red necktie or a blue one."
"Rats! It's a girl, I'll wager a new hat."
"Or else Dave is thinking out some new essay with which to capture a prize," suggested Phil.
"Don't you worry about me," answered Dave. "Come on out and have a skate," and thus the subject was dismissed, for the time being.