"Pretty good work for a York dude—not?" he laughed.
There was a shadowy smile in her grave eyes. "It's an improvement," she said evenly.
He shot her a curious glance. "Ouch!" he said thoughtfully.
"I just came to tell you," she went on, again immobile, "you're wanted inside."
"Somebody wants to see me?" he demanded of her retreating back.
"Yes."
"But who—?"
"Blinky Lockwood," she replied over her shoulder, as she went into the house.
"Lockwood?" He speculated, for an instant puzzled. Then suddenly: "Father-in-law!" he cried. "Shivering snakes! he mustn't catch me like this! I, a business man!"
Hastily rolling down his shirt-sleeves and shrugging himself into his coat, he made for the store, buttoning his collar and knotting his tie on the way.