"What's happened, kid?" he asked, quizzing me. "Been selling any more pork this morning?"
Then I suspected that somehow he had learned about my little venture in the market. I was doubtful just how he might take it.
"No," I said. "It's the time to buy now, isn't it?"
"Covering?" he chuckled. "Well, that's good. Say, some one telephoned out from Cooper's office for you this morning—about a little deal in pork. I answered the 'phone."
So that was the way he had learned! That fool Dick had got nervous, and been telephoning to me.
"I hope you made it all right," Carmichael added.
"You bet," I answered cheerily. And that was all that was ever said about the matter.
CHAPTER VII
THE BOMB