"Because I heard that he was angry at her for leaving Chicago and not letting him know where she had gone to. The young fool let it out at one of the clubs when he was half full of liquor."
"Well, if you must know, it did come from Vernon. But don't let on that I told you," said the lawyer.
"The scoundrel! Farley, do you know what I think of doing?"
"Don't have him arrested. It will break Mrs. Vernon's heart."
"I won't. But I'm going to thrash him within an inch of his life, the puppy!"
"You can do as you see fit on that score." And Mr. Farley could not help but smile.
"Where does he live, with his aunt?"
"No, he has bachelor quarters at the Longmore."
"Very well. He shall hear from me before to-morrow night. I'll take some of his baseness out of him."
"Don't get yourself into trouble," was Mr. Farley's warning as he arose to go.