"Then you're nutty in the head, Mr. Larry Bolan," says I; "for I've known her these two years, and never heard of her being an ex-nurse."
"She might not care to boast of it," says he. "Rich, did you say?"
"Near a million, they say," says I; "which don't fit in with the nurse idea, does it?"
"I couldn't mistake Katie McDevitt," says he, waggin' his head mulish. "But who was this Steele beggar?"
"She moved here after plantin' him West somewhere," says I. "One of the big lumber crowd, I've heard. Sadie can tell you more."
"Thanks," says he; "but I'll have it from Katie herself. Take me there."
"Eh?" says I. "On a chance shot? I'd look well, wouldn't I?"
"But you must," says he. "Now!"
"Come off!" says I. "You with only a glance at her! Besides, she's one of these stiff, distant parties that keeps to herself."
"McCabe," says he, "I mean to talk with her within the hour if I have to smash in her front door and wring a butler's neck."