“I’m trying to figure out when they’d have that supper ready to eat. I don’t believe it would be ready much before seven.”
“Maybe not, but as I’m not going to eat it, it doesn’t mean much in my life.”
“Wouldn’t you eat some of it if you had a chance?” asked Philip, chuckling.
“With that gang of thugs?” retorted the other indignantly. “I would not!”
“Suppose they weren’t there, though?” suggested Philip gently.
“Weren’t there! Say, you’ve got a scheme! What’s it?”
Philip smiled. “Maybe I have,” he answered. “See what you think of it.”