“I was in Dole’s this morning,” said Hansel, “and he told me that he had to move out inside of a fortnight, because the owner is going to pull that old building down and put up a big four-story affair.”
“Phew!” whistled Harry. “Won’t that be swell? Think of Bevan Hills with a four-story block! Maybe there’ll be a real store there when they get it finished!”
“Well, do you see what I’m driving at?” asked Hansel.
“Driving—no, I’m blessed if I do!”
“Didn’t you just tell me awhile ago that this fellow Sanger lives over Dole’s store?”
“Yes, but——”
“Well, do you think he’s going to stay there after they pull the place down?”
“Of course not, you idiot, but what’s that got to do with Mrs. Freer’s room that she wants to—” Harry paused. “Look here, you don’t mean that you’re thinking of trying to rent Mrs. Freer’s room to Sanger and Sill, or Shill, or whatever his silly name is?”
“Why not?”
“But supposing he doesn’t want to go there?”