Selwyn, smiling, shook his head; and the other knew it was final.
"Well, the room will be there—furnished the way you and I like it. When you want it, make smoke signals or wig-wag."
"I will; thank you, Boots."
Lansing said unaffectedly, "How soon do you think you can afford a house like this?"
"I don't know; you see, I've only my income now—"
"Plus what you make at the office—"
"I've left Neergard."
"What!"
"This morning; for good."
"The deuce!" he murmured, looking at Selwyn; but the latter volunteered no further information, and Lansing, having given him the chance, cheerfully switched to the other track: