“Say! I’ll bet a dollar it was you who shoo’d him off.”
“Yes. But it was undoubtedly an impertinence on my part, and I’d rather you would not disclose my officiousness to Miss Harrigan.”
“Piffle! If you knew him you had a perfect right to pass him back his ticket. Who was he?”
Courtlandt poked at the gravel with his cane.
“One of the big guns?”
Courtlandt nodded.
“So big that he couldn’t have married my girl even if he loved her?”
Harrigan riffled the leaves of his book. “What do you say to going down to the hotel and having a game of bazzica, as they call billiards here?”
“Nothing would please me better,” said Courtlandt, relieved that Harrigan did not press him for further revelations.