[CHAPTER XII]
THREE IN CONSPIRACY
“And so I told him I’d go back to work to-morrow,” ended Hansel somewhat sheepishly. Mr. Ames smiled.
“And all those noble resolutions of yours, Dana?” he asked with mock reproachfulness.
“I can’t help it,” muttered Hansel. “I—I just had to give in. If you’d seen Bert’s face you’d have done the same.”
“I dare say I should,” answered the other seriously. “I don’t blame you, Dana; and perhaps it’s just as well, anyhow. From what you’ve told me of Dr. Lambert’s remarks the other night, I gather that he has something on his mind; I wouldn’t be surprised if——”
“What, sir?” asked Phin.
“Er—nothing; it was just an idea of mine. We’ll wait and see. Well, two weeks from now we’ll be a very jubilant or a very depressed lot here at Beechcroft.”
[“Who do you think will win, sir?” asked Phin.]
