“I’m on my way home,” replied Grogan, laconically.
“Ah, yes, Dad wrote me. You went to Kansas City, didn’t you?”
“I did. Your father caught me on the wire at St. Louis.”
“What did the governor want?”
“Nothing much. He told me you were here and suggested that I meet you. He thought it would be pleasant for us both to have company home.”
It dawned on Harry that perhaps his father had not been quite disinterested in this.
“You’re a good politician, Mike,” he said shortly.
“Is that a compliment now, or a slander against my character?” Grogan demanded, smiling.
“Neither,” replied Harry. “It’s a fact.”
“And why, might I ask, have you recalled it at this particular moment?”