"Suppose he were to come up behind the door and hear you talk about him like this, Northup? He's trim you down nicely, eh?"
"Him?" asked Northup, with an eloquent jerk of his hand. "He's a husky young brute, but it ain't brute force that I work with." He smiled significantly into the face of the other, and John Mark smiled in return. They understood one another perfectly.
"When is he coming back?"
"Didn't leave any word, chief."
"Isn't this earlier than his usual time for starting the day?"
"It is, by five hours. The lazy pup don't usually crack an eye till one in the afternoon."
"What happened this morning."
"Something rare—something it would have done your heart good to see!"
"Out with it, Northup."
"I was routed out of bed at eight by a jangling of the telephone. The operator downstairs said a gentleman was calling on Mr. Smith. I said, of course, that Mr. Smith couldn't be called on at that hour. Then the operator said the gentleman would come up to the door and explain. I told him to come ahead.