“I’m not sure of the details yet myself. I merely have an idea. There’s an old adage concerning Mahomet and the mountain, you know.”
“And in this case Margery represents the mountain?”
“Yes.”
Unconsciously the girl’s color heightened.
“You really fancy,” swiftly, “that Harry can be stirred up enough, can be made practical enough—you forget you said a moment ago that he would never advance financially.” 183
“No. The adage will have to be adjusted a bit to meet the requirements. He’ll have to be carried there.”
Elice Gleason drew a quick little breath of understanding and something more.
“If you’ll do this for one almost a stranger, one wonders what you would do for a friend,” she said; “one—wonders.”
For an instant the man said nothing; abruptly, dismissing the subject, he arose.
“There’s just one other thing that I meant to tell you,” he said; “something that perhaps you know already. I’m pretty busy and I don’t always find time to read the local news. So it’s not unusual that I didn’t know before. Steve Armstrong is back.”