Connorton did not lose much time in throwing light—at least some light—upon this purpose.
“I want you to go back with me at once—to-day,” he said, when they were at breakfast.
“Oh, you want me to go back with you,” repeated Hartley. “Why?”
“Well, there’s a little something wrong with the assignment of patent,” explained Connorton, “and I want to get it fixed up.”
“Couldn’t that wait until I returned?” asked Hartley.
“Why, yes, it could,” admitted Connorton, “but there was a risk. If anything happened to you, you know, it might be serious.”
“Yes,” agreed Hartley, “it would be serious.”
“To us, I mean,” explained Connorton.
“Oh, to you!” commented Hartley. “Why not to me?”
“Why, it would naturally be serious to you, of course,” returned Connorton; “but that’s your own lookout.”