"No, I won't!" resolved Andy a second later, acting on a new impulse. "At least, not right away. I'll turn one trick on my enemies, first. The circus detectives want this scoundrel, Murdock, bad. I'll get down, follow him, and have him arrested the first policeman we meet."
Andy, bent on a descent, paused. Murdock was speaking.
"Are you going back home to Fairview to-night, Miss Talcott?" he asked.
"Yes," snapped Andy's aunt in her usual quick; sharp way.
"Then I will call on you at Fairview."
"If you want to," was the ungracious answer.
"No, no," softly declared the oily rogue—"if you want me to, madam.
This is your business, Miss Talcott."
"Oh," observed Andy's aunt snappily, "you're working for nothing, I suppose?"
"I'm not," frankly answered Murdock. "I'm working for a fee. What I get, though, is so small compared with what you may get—"
"Very well," interrupted Miss Lavinia, "when you have this matter in a clear, definite shape, I shall be ready to listen to you."