"Well, you won't remain one long; I will see to that. Take my advice and quit the business before the temperature gets too high. See? Yes, I think you do. I don't propose——"
"Look here," interrupted Mr. Wattles, "I've had just about enough of this. Are you going to get out or are you not?"
Farley backed toward the door.
"I am," he said. "Ta, ta, Wattles! Ta, ta, my young friend! But we shall meet again, and don't you forget, either of you, to paste that fact in your hat."
And he swaggered out of the room.
"The impudent scoundrel!" exclaimed Mr. Wattles. "I let him off too easy. If I am not mistaken, we shall have more trouble with him."
"Never mind about him," interrupted Al. "Do you know that it is almost eight o'clock, Mr. Wattles?"
"Good gracious! So it is! And Mrs. Anderson——"
"It's all right."
"She will appear?"