"I am," the real estate man replied.
"Do you allow campers to pitch their tents on the land for a week or two at a time?"
"I don't object if they are all right. I always require some sort of credentials. I wouldn't allow strangers to squat there without giving me some kind of notice. I granted permission to a bunch of Camp Fire Girls today to pitch their tents there."
"Is that so? Where are they going to locate?"
"Just beyond the Graham cottage, if you know where that is."
"That is where some friends of mine would like to camp," said Langford in an affected tone of disappointment.
"I don't think I'd care to grant any more permits in that vicinity," Mr. Ferris announced rather meditatively. "I feel rather a personal interest in the girls and don't want any strangers to pitch a camp too near them. Your friends might, perhaps, locate half a mile farther up the shore."
"I'll tell them what you say," Langford said as he left the office.
Five minutes later he was in a telephone booth calling for No. 123-M. A woman answered the ring.
"Is this Mrs. Graham?" he inquired.