Not a smile from Heiney. He grabs the bill of fare and begins to hunt through the cheese list panicky.
"Never mind," says I, "you won't find it there. But here's another: What do you do when you meld a hundred aces, say?"
A look of almost human intelligence flickers into Heiney's face. "Ach!" says he. "By the table you pud 'em—so!"
"Thanks, Heiney," says I. "That helps a little."
So Larkin was chuckin' something on the table, was he! But this other dope, "Teg morf rednu?" Say, I'd come back to that after every bite. I wrote it out on an envelope, tried runnin' it together and splittin' it up diff'rent, and turned it upside down. Then in a flash I got it.
When Mr. Robert sails in from the club I was waitin' for him. He'd heard a rumor that Grebel was to retire soon. Also he'd met young Larkin in the billiard room, and found that the fam'ly was goin' abroad for the summer.
"But all that may mean nothing at all, you know," says Mr. Robert.
"And then again," says I. "Study that out and see if it don't tally with your dope," and I produces a copy of Izzy's wireless.
Mr. Robert wrinkles his forehead over it without any result. "What is it?" says he.
"An inside tip on Tractions," says I, and sketches out how I'd got it.