“I’m afraid I have,” laughed Ira. “Good night. I—if you’d care to come and see me some time I’d be glad to have you. My place isn’t very much, though. Still, if you’d care to—And I’d like you to meet Nead.”
“Very glad to,” replied Brad. “We’ll drop around some evening. Good night, Rowland. Don’t forget your way here.”
“Good night,” said Mart. “I’m sorry you must go, Rowland, but at least I can smoke my cigarette now. Come again and bring your dog!”
When Ira reached the first landing at Maggy’s a sudden glare of light shot across the dim hall and he saw the tall form of “Old Earnest” silhouetted in his doorway.
“Do you know—” began a voice.
“Oh, yes: B.C. 431 to 404,” said Ira.
“Eh? What are you talking about?” exclaimed the voice startledly.
“Why, the Peloponnesian War!”
“Pelop—Huh! Who cares about——!”
The door was slammed irately and Ira stumbled his way up in the gloom, chuckling.