"I heard about it."
Hilda hesitated. She did not know exactly how to begin. It occurred to her that perhaps Bannon was smiling at her eager manner.
"Max was there last night and he said the man had changed all around. He's been friendly, you know, and grateful"—she had forgotten herself again, in thinking of her talk with Max—"and he's said all the time that he wasn't going to make trouble—" She paused.
"Yes, I know something about that," said Bannon. "The lawyers always get after a man that's hurt, you know."
"But last night he had changed all around. He said he was going to have you arrested. He thinks Max has been trying to buy him off with the things we've sent him."
Bannon whistled.
"So our Mr. Grady's got his hands on him!"
"That's what Max and I thought, but he didn't give any names. He wouldn't take the jelly."
"I'm glad you told me," said Bannon, swinging his legs around and sitting up. "It's just as well to know about these things. Grady's made him think he can make a good haul by going after me, poor fool—he isn't the man that'll get it."
"Can he really stop the work?" Hilda asked anxiously.