“No! I went up to the hotel to get a glimpse of the register, but she was around the desk there, waiting, I guess, for her dad to come down. So I just had to beat it back.
“Oh,––I’ll find out before long, though. Believe me!”
Phil laughed, for this was a new phase in the make-up of Jim Langford, whom he had always considered impervious to the charms of any lady.
“Laugh, you crazy nut! Who would expect you to understand, anyway?”
Suddenly he sobered.
“You’ve got something there you want to show me.”
Phil handed over the letter he was holding.
Jim read it, and his big, honest face beamed in delight. He pounced on Phil and wrung his hand.
“Man,––isn’t that great now? He owned up,––the dirty sinner. But he waited till he was a dead one before he did it.
“Well!––better late than never. And here was I, thrusting my new notions on to you when you had good news like that to spring on me. Man, but I’m a selfish rotter!