"Fordham? Yes, I've met him. Nice man, too, but rather feeble."
"Is he alone here?" asked Dave.
"Practically. He has a son that comes to see him once in a while. Did you want to see him?"
"We have seen him, and we were wondering if we hadn't better have a talk with him," explained Dave.
"We'll tell you how it is," put in Roger, who knew Mr. Passmore well. And then he and Dave related the particulars of what they had seen, and told something of what Job Haskers was.
"Hum! This might be worth looking into," mused the rug dealer. "Of course, these stocks may be all right. But it looks rather fishy to me. Years ago I bought some stocks like that and they proved to be utterly worthless. It certainly won't do any harm to tell old Mr. Fordham what you know about this man Haskers."
"I'd hate to get into a row" commenced Roger.
"I wouldn't—not if I was going to save that old gentleman's money for him," interrupted Dave. "Job Haskers sha'n't pull the wool over anybody's eyes if I can prevent it!"
"Oh, I am with you there, Dave!" cried the senator's son, quickly. "I was thinking that perhaps we would warn this Mr. Fordham without Haskers knowing anything about it."
