“Perhaps so. Why?”
“Because it’s a very restricted sphere of usefulness for such a man.”
And Zebedee marched solemnly on as if unconscious that the eyes of Doctor and Mrs. Dryer, as well as half the Board of Trustees, were following him with anything but a charitable look.
“That,” said Effie to Sibyl, “is the genius of Ogleport.”
Twenty minutes later, Judge Danvers and Bar were alone in the room of the latter at Mrs. Wood’s.
The Judge did not seem disposed to explain very fully the cause of his coming, but shortly came to it in this form:
“You brought that black valise with you?”
“Of course I did!” said Bar.
“Hardly safe here. It ought to be under lock and key.”
“I’ve thought of that,” said Bar, “but I’ve no place to put it.”