“I saw your name at the top of this letter,” replied the boy, handing the missive back.
Then, when the farmer was carefully stowing the letter away in his wallet, Tom quietly slipped a plug into the hole connecting with the ’phone in the room of Mr. Boise, and asked when the lawyer could see Mr. Kendall.
“Send him in in five minutes,” came back the answer.
By this time the farmer had buttoned his coat over his pocketbook, and he looked up at Tom.
“Wa’al, when ye goin’ to do it?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Ye said ye’d find out when the head lawyer would see me.”
“So I did. He’ll see you in five minutes.”
“Look a-here, young man!” exclaimed Mr. Kendall. “Don’t try none of them tricks. I’m sharp, even if I do come from the country.”
“What tricks?” asked Tom innocently, for he was not aware that he had done anything out of the ordinary.