"Be careful, boy; be careful. I am no fool," admonished Peter, unruffled as yet, in outward signs. "What other news?"
"I understand my sister's at Hiram Jarney's home," said Mike.
"Yes," responded Peter.
"A strange coincidence," mused Mike. "I met a young man named Winthrope this morning, who works in Jarney's office."
"Good or bad subject?" asked Peter.
"Bad—I judge from his answers."
"That's good," said Peter, rubbing his hands vigorously.
"I don't understand," said Mike.
"You don't?" quizzed Peter, drawling out the words sluringly.
"No, d—— if I do!"