"Oh, no. He'll be back at five, I guess. That's the time he usually comes in when he's in the city," said the girl, bestowing a fetching smile upon my companion.
McKelvie improved the acquaintance. He returned the smile. "Is he away very much?"
"Yes, quite a bit."
"Thank you, and you need not mention that I was asking about him. He might not like it," remarked McKelvie.
"You said it. He's closer than a clam about himself," she returned with a little toss of her head.
"Our friend Cunningham was once quite attentive in that quarter," explained McKelvie with a laugh as we drove away. "So much I learned when I first came here, and so I proceeded to make friends with Jane."
"Where to?" I inquired, laughing. "Home?"
"No, the Darwin Bank. I have a mind to see whether our lawyer friend, who has no office, possesses a sufficient capital to live on his income. Mr. Trenton is the best man to apply to I guess, since I have already learned that Cunningham keeps an account at his bank."
When we arrived at the bank I sent my card in, and we were admitted at once to Mr. Trenton's private office.
"What is it, Carlton?" he asked fearfully.