"I'd rather not until we are where we shall not be overheard," answered Tad promptly.
All three fell silent. The boys followed their host to his room, apparently without having been observed. The little village was too full of its own pleasures to notice.
"Be seated, boys. I take for granted that neither of you smoke?"
"Oh no, sir."
"Now, what can I do for you? I am sure you have something of importance to yourselves on your minds."
"Not to us specially. Perhaps to you, though," replied Tad.
"Indeed?"
"We may be foolish. If so, you will understand that we have no motive beyond a desire to serve you."
"That goes without saying."
"Do you know a man by the name of Lasar—Bob Lasar, Mr. Marquand?"