“Eh—you don’t say!” exclaimed the other, amazed. “That is certainly a queer situation for you!” He rubbed his naked dome. “And you still feel——”
“What I feel is my own affair!” Blake cut in sharply.
“Of course, of course!” agreed Mr. Brown quickly. “I beg your pardon!”
Blake ignored the apology.
“It might be well for you not to see me openly again like this. With Miss West watching me——”
“She might see us together, and suspect things. I understand. Needn’t worry about that. You may not see me again for a year. I’m here—there—everywhere. But before I go, how do things look for the election?”
“We’ll carry the city easily.”
“Who’ll you put up for mayor?”
“Probably Kennedy, the prosecuting attorney.”