“Suppose I look in this evening and take the matter up again?” pleaded Mr. Gunn, finding with some surprise that he had been edged out onto the steps and making a last stand there.
“It’s no use. Besides, I shan’t be in this evening. I’m dining out.”
“Will anybody be in?” asked Miss Gunn suddenly, breaking a long silence.
“Why, yes,” said Sam, somewhat surprised, “the man who works here. Why?”
“I was only thinking that if we called he might show us over the place.”
“Oh, I see. Well, good-bye.”
“But, say now, listen——”
“Good-bye,” said Sam.
He closed the door and made his way to the kitchen. Hash, his chair tilted back against the wall, was smoking a thoughtful pipe.
“Who was it, Sam?”