They found Tiffany, coat thrown aside, hat tipped back, weeding his garden.
“Come in—glad to see you,” he said, only half concealing his curiosity over the spectacle of Carhart and Peet walking together in amity. “Didn’t succeed in getting back, eh, Carhart?”
“Not yet, Tiffany. I had to run up to Crockett.” He said this in an offhand manner, and he did not look at Peet; but he knew from the expression on Tiffany’s face that the superintendent was turning red again.
“You ain’t had supper, have you?” said Tiffany. “You’re just in time to eat with us.”
“Supper!” Carhart repeated the word in some surprise, then looked at his watch.
“You hadn’t forgotten it, had you?” Tiffany grinned.
“To tell the truth, I had. May we really eat with you? It will save us some time.”
“Can you? Well, I wonder! Come in.” And taking up his coat, Tiffany led the way into the house.