“Just the same,” ruminated Connelly, “I wish I could think of something that didn’t have any come-back.”
A thought suddenly came into Fleming’s mind, but he hesitated to express it in the presence of Bixby, who was an ardent partisan of the New Yorks. He sat toying with his glass and turning the idea over in his mind.
It was a relief to him when Bixby rose a few minutes later and left them on the ground of an engagement. Fleming hitched his chair a little closer to Connelly’s.
“I’ve just thought of something that may help you out a little, Mr. Connelly,” he began.
Connelly looked at him in curiosity.
“Let’s hear it,” he said eagerly.