Everett hesitated for a moment. After all, what harm? "Well, yes, she is his sister. Much disturbed at hearing of his doings. You and I, Charlie," he said lightly, "know better."
The dealer smiled faintly. For a wonder his faint smile was not unpleasant.
"Can you tell me," he pursued, "where Miss Sally Ladue is to be found—say, in the morning?"
Everett hesitated again and glanced at the man suspiciously. This was a more serious matter.
"Why do you ask? And, assuming that I know, why should I tell you, Charlie?" If it had not been that he still smarted under Sally's treatment of him, he would not have gone as far as that.
The old dealer with the lined face smiled slowly and with a certain cunning.
"Possibly I can answer both questions at once. Conceivably, I can satisfy you. I am her father."