“We can fool him as we have fooled the others.”
“Yet he asked some deucedly ugly questions,” declared Badger, with a doubtful shake of his head. “And I more than half-fear that he already suspects our trick.”
“Suspects that you were only feigning illness?”
“Possibly.”
“Nonsense! He cannot have got wise to that, nor to anything else that seriously affects us.”
Badger turned quickly away, and hailed the man in the driveway.
“Come in here, Jerry,” he commanded. “I want to speak to you.”
Conley dropped his work and hastened into the house, following Badger and his wife into the library.
“What d’ye want, Amos?” he inquired, with a familiarity plainly indicating that he was something more than a menial about the place.
“I want to I know just what Carter said to you,” replied Badger, throwing himself into a chair.