He hung up the receiver.
“Asking your pardon,” ventured Grogan, “may I take the liberty of an old friend to inquire what Mr. Boland wants with a bum family like the Welcomes—”
“Just a moment, Mike,” interrupted Harry putting out his hand imperatively. “You’re speaking of the girl I mean to marry.”
Grogan gaped at the young man.
“I am?” he gasped.
“You are,” replied the other. He rose to his feet and turned tranquilly toward Grogan. “Now what are you going to say?” he inquired.
“Nothing,” said Grogan, too surprised to talk.
“All right,” replied Harry pointedly.
“But the old man is no good,” hazarded Grogan. “Tom Welcome is a worthless—”
“He’s dead, Mike,” interrupted Harry.