“I don’t like that sort of insinuation.”
“Ho,” said Grogan, “angry, eh? Then it’s as I thought. There’s always fire in the heart when a young man flares up about a girl.”
“Look here, Grogan—”
“Easy, boy,” interrupted the older man. “I’m your friend and I don’t want to see you get into trouble—with your father, I mean.”
“Did he send you to spy on me?” demanded Harry hotly.
“Not at all,” returned Grogan suavely, “only he’s worried.”
“Worried, what the devil about?”
Grogan did not reply.
“I know I’ve overstayed my time,” Harry went on, “but some of these people have been difficult. I couldn’t throw them into the street when they promised to pay and—”
“I know, I know,” put in Grogan. “It’s not about you. Your father’s worried about business. One of these crazy reform waves has started in Chicago. A vice investigating committee is raising ructions.”