attracted him. He had studied pictures of that country place in the Sunday papers. Now it meant a separation from his dog, who was already betraying for the Cassidys a greater fondness than the circumstances justified; and it meant an absence from town at the very time when the secret agents might happen along with It. Of course he could refuse to go, but that would cost him his job, and he was not yet even the director of an express company. Dejectedly he prepared for the journey.
"Better take some things along," suggested Tully, who had conveyed the order to him. "He may keep you three or four days."
Bulger followed him to the hall.
"Look out for Grandma, the Demon!" warned Bulger. "'F I was the old man I'd slip something in her tea."
"Who—who is she?" demanded Bean.
"Just his dear, sweet old mother, that's all! Talk you to death—suffergette! Oh! say!"
Reaching the street, his gloom was not at all lightened by the discovery of the flapper in the waiting car. She gave him the little double-nod and regarded him with that peculiar steely kindness he so well remembered. It was undoubtedly kind, that look, yet there was an implacable something in its quality that dismayed him. He wondered what she exactly meant by it.
"Get in," commanded the flapper, and Bean got in.
