“About an hour, Livingston,” said Tom coolly.
Livingston laughed.
“You mean to be even with me,” he said.
“It’s a poor rule that won’t work both ways,” said Tom.
“That’s where your head’s level, my son. Shall we go down to supper?”
“Have you cashed that check?” asked Tom cautiously.
“Yes,” said the other, laughing. “I see you are sharp.”
“I find I have to be,” said Tom.
“Well, you won’t have to pay for supper. By the way, I’ve done considerable business.”
“Have you?”