“Met him traveling, I understand. They were in a train-wreck.”
“Oh, that’s the man! But Frank didn’t tell me he was wild.”
“Well,” said the other, “Frank would naturally stand up for him. I suppose he’s trying to keep him straight.”
There was a silence. Then suddenly Sylvia asked, “Harley, did you ever meet Douglas van Tuiver?”
“No!” replied Harley. “Why do you ask?”
“Nothing—only I heard of him, and I was thinking perhaps he’d be a good man to help you.”
“Small doubt of that,” said the boy, with a laugh. “But it might be difficult to meet him.”
“Why?”
“Well, he picks the people he meets. And he doesn’t come to public affairs.”
“Stop and think a minute. Is there nobody who might know him?”