“Yes,” I said; and went right on. “What was over our old beds when we slept together in the north room?”
“You didn’t ask him that?” this fellow said.
“No; but I’m asking you.”
“Oh, a picture of the Constitution fighting the Guerrière, Steve, you old fool!”
“Anything peculiar about it?”
“I’d cracked the glass across the lower right corner, shooting my air rifle in the room, disobeying mother. She never would have it mended.”
“What was opposite?”
“The charge up San Juan hill. Anything else?”
“No; that’s enough. You’re—Jerry. How do you know about that other meeting?”
“I don’t; that’s why I’m asking you. But I’ve been waiting for it and I got the hunch he’d reached you to-day.”