"She is about twenty years old—"
"Not the same," Huntington remarked. Then after a moment's silence he laughed. "What tricks Time plays us! I knew the girl I speak of when I was in college, and I haven't seen her since her marriage. Go on with your proposition."
"Well, she and her parents went down to Bermuda last week, and it occurred to me that if you and I just happen down there next week it would exactly fit into my plans. More than that, I have business reasons for wanting to get closer to Thatcher himself. We've been against each other on several deals, and this might mean a combination. What do you say? Will you go?"
"Next week?" Huntington asked. "I couldn't pick up stakes in a minute like that."
"Of course you can," Cosden persisted. "There's nothing in the world to prevent your leaving to-night if you choose."
"There's Bill, you know."
"Well, what about Bill? Is he in any new scrape now?"
"No," Huntington admitted; "but he's sure to get into some trouble before I return."
"Why can't his father straighten him out?"
Huntington laughed consciously. "No father ever understands his son as well as an uncle."