“I’ll be mum, Grant.”
“Now, mother, I think I’ll take a walk. I’ll be back soon.”
Out in the street Grant fell in with Tom Childs.
“I am delighted to see you, Grant,” said Tom, grasping his hand. “Have you just arrived?”
“Yes, Tom.”
“Were you lucky?”
Grant smiled, and pulled out an elegant gold watch.
“You wrote me to get a watch that would, beat Rodney’s. Here it is!”
“What a beauty! What did you pay for it?”
“I bought it at Tiffany’s for one hundred and twenty-five dollars.”