"Because--who knows?"
CHAPTER III
The next day I turned in my report to the boy--leaving out my asininities, of course.
He glowered at me with his dark eyes, and said:
"Let's say no more about it. I thought so."
But a week later he returned to the subject sort of by the way.
"You ought to go there again after all, uncle."
"Are you crazy, boy?" I said, though I felt as good as if a woman's soft warm hand were tickling the nape of my neck.
"You needn't mention me," he said, examining the tips of his boots, "but if you go there several times, perhaps things will gradually right themselves."
Gentlemen, you couldn't have broken a reed more easily than my resolution.