“Eleven? You don’t have anything then, do you?”
“Not on Saturday. All right. We won’t take Homer, though. He indulges in too much levity on such solemn occasions.”
“Thanks, but Homer wouldn’t go if he was asked. Homer has given his promise to expunge three conditions between now and the fifteenth day of February, and what Homer promises, that he performs.” His expression of implacable virtue was, however, somewhat marred by a cavernous yawn. “Still, if you really need my advice, Toby—”
“No, thanks, I’m not buying neckties to-morrow.”
With which bon-mot Toby closed the door behind him before Homer could think of a suitable rejoinder.
CHAPTER XII
THE MARKED COIN
Frank Lamson was coming along the corridor as Toby reached the top of the last flight. The fact that Stillwell’s door was open indicated that Frank had been paying a visit to the substitute cover point. Toby was for passing with a nod and a word, but Frank, who seemed to be in unusually good humor, stopped.
“Hello, Sober Sides,” he greeted. “What’s the good word?”