"Don't ask me. I'm getting more mixed up every minute."
They turned into the Cooks' yard and slowly approached the house. A man and woman were just disappearing around the corner.
"Who are they?" Hugh inquired.
"Lena, the cook, and one of her beaux," said Bob.
"I thought Heinrich was in love with her."
"He is," laughed Bob, "but he has a rival, and that's the man."
"What's his name?"
"Karl Hoffmann."
"Another German," said Hugh soberly.
"Say, Hugh," laughed Bob, "you certainly are suspicious. You suspect good old Lena, and now you suspect the man with her because he has a German name. Why, that man Hoffmann has worked for father for years, and father thinks the world of him."