"Cinch!" says I. "I saw through the sawdust, and they didn't."
I couldn't let on, though, about that inside tip I got from Arabella.
CHAPTER X
THEN ALONG CAME SUKEY
It looked like it was Kick-in Day, or something like that; for here was Nutt Hamilton, a sporty young plute friend of Mr. Robert's, that I'm tryin' to entertain, camped in the private office, when fair-haired Vincent comes in off the brass gate to report respectful this new arrival.
"A gentleman to see Mr. Robert, Sir," says he.
"Well, he's still out," says I.
"So I told him, Sir," says Vincent; "but then he asks if Mr. Ferdinand isn't here. I didn't know, Sir. Is there a——"