"I am staying with my aunt just at present, but hope to have independent quarters soon. One trouble is, she takes a fancy to a boy named Luke Walton."
"Luke Walton!" repeated Stephen in amazement.
"Do you know him?"
"Yes, my uncle has set me to spy on him—why, I haven't been able to find out. So he is in favor with your aunt?"
"Yes, he calls at the house every day, and is in her employ. Sometimes she goes out shopping with him."
"That's strange. Let us drop into the Saratoga and compare notes."
They turned into Dearborn Street, and sat down to lunch in the Saratoga.