“To-day's Thursday, ain't it?”
“Guess so.”
“Look here, Bruce, you write her a letter. Tell her I'm coming down Sunday.”
“You, Hunch——?”
“Yes, I'm going down. Tell her, we'll see if we can't fix it up somehow.”
Bruce looked up at him.
“Seems to me you're kind of anxious to see my wife.”
Hunch turned on him.
“Look here, Bruce. Do you want to know why I'm going?”
Bruce nodded slowly.