"Yes?"
"The more I think of it, the more I am convinced that what Cale told us, and what Doctor Rugvie told us, are two acts in a long drama—tragedy, if you like."
"Well?"
"You are cool, I must say!" He spoke with irritation. "Do you mean to tell me that life, presented in such a manner as those two men—opposite as the poles in standing—presented it, does n't interest you?"
"I have n't the imagination of genius, Jamie."
"Now you know perfectly well there is no imagination about it. It's life, just as Cale said; and it's my belief the Doctor will, in the end, get some track of that girl. If he does, it will be all up with the farm. Did you think of that?"
"No!" I spoke the truth. I was amazed. It never occurred to me to connect the farm project with anything Cale had said.
"I 'll wager he 'll compare notes with Cale on the way over to the station, and I 'm going to refer to the farm plan, if I have the chance after they get back, to see what he 'll say."
"He won't think you 're interfering, will he?"
"He can't." He spoke decidedly. "The farm project affects me, don't you see?"