“What was he after?”
He pointed to the retreating Italian.
“Why, he came in to buy monkey land!” answered the judge with a laugh.
CHAPTER XIII
QUEER PLANTING
Bob Dexter did not know whether to laugh with Judge Weston or to remain serious, for he felt there might be something serious in the visit of the Italian to the lawyer’s office. Bob was seeing altogether too much of that Italian organ grinder of late—at least so thought the young detective.
However, as Judge Weston continued to smile, as though amused at something, the lad thought it couldn’t be very serious, so he repeated:
“Monkey land?”
“Yes,” went on the lawyer. “It seems he is a traveling organ grinder, and——”
“Yes, I know him,” interrupted Bob. “I beg your pardon,” he hastened to add, as he saw the legal man look at him somewhat strangely. “But I was trying to save your time in explanation.”