"I'm not going to have that pesky bulldog getting in!" he declared. "Drat him! I wish he'd run away."
"Dad!" exclaimed Dick a little later, "I want a little talk with you."
"Want another auto, Dick?" asked Mr. Hamilton, with a smile.
"No, the Last Word suits me right down to the ground. It's about Mr. Wardell and Uncle Ezra."
"What do you know about them, Dick?" asked the millionaire, quickly.
"Well, I overheard something to-night," and Dick related it. "Do you know this Mr. Wardell?" he went on. "I bought the car from him, you remember."
"Yes. Well, I don't know that I can say I know him. I used to know his father, and a fine man he was, though he had rather queer notions of business. He was strictly honest, though, and perhaps if he had taken advantage of every legal trick he might have left more money."
"Tricks like Uncle Ezra's?"
"Well, Dick, we won't talk about them. Uncle Ezra is responsible to himself, and, as he says, he is strictly within the law. We all have different standards. But, Dick, what is it you want to do?"