. The Saturday evening post. man didnt even realize that it hadleft himself and our Warren G. out ofthe account. Interesting? he said it! said Old Bill. Youwant to watch this Becky Eckertseyes. I tell you the old darlings gotsomething up her sleeve. But darnedif I know what it is. Nothing but bones, returned thebanker. It was clear he didnt care for Billssociety. If Bill were a sheep, whichwas exceedingly doubtful at the mo-ment, he certainly didnt belong tothe Seymour Brewster fold. SeymourBrewster moved off abruptly and leftOld Bill to his own devices. So Billwent back again to Be
. The Saturday evening post. man didnt even realize that it hadleft himself and our Warren G. out ofthe account. Interesting? he said it! said Old Bill. Youwant to watch this Becky Eckertseyes. I tell you the old darlings gotsomething up her sleeve. But darnedif I know what it is. Nothing but bones, returned thebanker. It was clear he didnt care for Billssociety. If Bill were a sheep, whichwas exceedingly doubtful at the mo-ment, he certainly didnt belong tothe Seymour Brewster fold. SeymourBrewster moved off abruptly and leftOld Bill to his own devices. So Billwent back again to Becky Eckert, tofind out if he could just what it wasthe two-toothed marvel was holdingup her sleeve. He didnt find out, notjust then. Later there was, however,just a gleam of light, for Becky Eckertwanted to find out something too. Thenext time Miggie Brewster swung intoview the old hags claw tightened onBills arm. The old girl thrust hersharp nose into Bills young face. You go and ask her, com-manded Becky Eckert in a shrill. Brewster Caught Sightof Him and Exploded!Explain Your PresenceIn This House I whisper—ask her howmuch shes taken in to-night. At two oclock in themorning Old Bill foundhimself, much to his sur-prise, in the Brewster li-mousine along with BeckyEckert. He was seeingBecky home. It was none of his doing. Becky had en-gineered the maneuver. Her claim was, as she tightenedher clutch upon his hand, that he reminded her strongly ofthe days of her youth. In fact she made it very clear thatshe had fallen for Old Bill hard. At any rate Bill wentalong with her, against the polite, persistent protests ofMiggie Brewster and against the impolite and more per-sistent protests of W. G. Olds. There was considerablepoint, however, to the latters objections, since he and MissBrewster, as a matter of expediency, had to go alongthemselves. The chauffeur knew the way. He sped swiftly throughthe center of the city, crossed the canal and entered thatsection of town yclept Down N
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