Elisha, pale to the lips, suddenly decided he had heard enough of Bennie and shifted the subject.
"S'pose you're still goin' round in the same ole treadmill over at the station, Art," he observed.
"Yep. Same ole rut. Two trains a day as usual. I've had, though, a bit more telegraphin' to do of late than formerly. It's all come from your part of the world, too. Know a feller over to Wilton named Heath? He's sent off several wires."
Both Elisha, perched on the box, and Eleazer astride a keg straightened up.
"Heath? Yes, indeed. He's stoppin' in town for a while."
"So I gathered. Lives in New York at one of them big hotels."
"Who told you that?" Eleazer demanded.
"He sent a wire to his wife. Leastways, I figger 'twas his wife. He signed himself Lovingly, Stanley, an' addressed it to Mrs. Stanley Heath."
"You don't say! That's news to me," Elisha cried. He darted a glance at Eleazer.
Artie, gratified at seeing he had created a sensation, beamed broadly.