"Oh, the time don't signify. In fact I'd rather it got there a little late. An' as fer the expense, that doesn't cut any ice."
When this matter had been settled, the agent looked curiously at Abner.
"How's your wife?" he enquired.
"Me wife! Ain't she all right? Why de ye ask?"
"Haven't you seen this morning's paper, Mr. Andrews?"
"Naw. But what's it sayin' now, I'd like to know?"
"Here it is," and Sam handed him his copy. "There, look at that. It says that your wife met with an auto accident at Twin Creek while running away from home with Isaac Dimock's chauffeur."
Abner's bronzed face turned a peculiar hue as he quickly seized the paper and fixed his eyes upon the big staring headline:
"A SUSPICIOUS AFFAIR"
His hands trembled so violently that it was difficult for him to read. Sam, watching, expected him to burst forth in wild language. In this, however, he was mistaken, for when Abner had finished reading the article, he folded up the paper and shoved it into his coat pocket.