"Yeh, we think so."
"Just a group from the estates and hotels about Sharon, I suppose?"
"Yeh. The south and west shore principally."
"Not any of the Griffiths, other than Mr. Clyde, I presume?"
"No, they're still over at Greenwood, I think."
"You know Mr. Clyde Griffiths personally, I suppose?"
"Oh, sure—he's one of the party."
"You don't happen to know how long he's been up here this time, I presume—up with the Cranstons, I mean."
"Since Friday, I think. I saw him Friday morning, anyhow. But he'll be back here soon and you can ask him yourself," concluded Baggott, beginning to sense that Mr. Mason was a little too inquisitive and in addition not of either his or Clyde's world.
And just then, Frank Harriet, with a tennis racquet under his arm, striding across the foreground.