“Have Miss Masters make out a lease for that house in South Twelfth street,” went on the elder Boland briskly. He laid some papers on the table. “Here is the copy of the present lease with the necessary changes noted.”
“Who’s the lessee?” inquired Harry carelessly.
“Carter Anson.”
“What!” exclaimed Harry in amazement.
“Well, well, what’s the matter?” demanded the father.
“Ask Mike,” said the young man turning with a smile to Grogan.
“I refuse to answer any questions,” declared Grogan. “’Tis a little rule I learned in politics.”
“Carter Anson is going to be indicted by the grand jury,” Harry informed his father.
“Ah,” said John Boland, “you’ve been reading the yellow journals.”
“They’re yellow,” conceded Harry, “because they contain so many golden truths.”