Poke did not deny the proposition. “Yes; that’s so. Still——”
“And you know where you’re at.”
“But that’s just what I don’t.”
“Of course you do!” Step said impatiently. “You’re getting a line on what vases cost—some vases, that is. And—er—er—‘Knowledge is power,’ you know,” he concluded with sudden solemnity.
“I suppose that’s so,” Poke admitted dubiously. “Only I don’t see——”
The fire of imagination blazed in Step—somehow it kindled readily when these two chums were in consultation.
“Crackee! But I’ve got an idea, Poke—best ever! Don’t you wait for the hotel folks to do something. Do something yourself, and do it first!”
“What can I do?” Poke asked helplessly.
“That’s easy. You owe ’em for a vase. Send ’em one.”
“What! One of the three-ninety-eight kind?”