“Yo’ ain’t got no nat'chal feelin’ fo’ dat boy,” Ardelia scolded her.
When the Professor heard the news he evinced a mild surprise.
“Have you any money for this trip? I’m a trifle short, now. The bank notified me yesterday that I was overdrawn.”
“Professor, not again? What is the use of being a mathematician if you are always overdrawn?”
“The trouble is I forget to look at my balance. I just continue to draw until I am notified. You will see Jarvis, of course?”
“Yes.”
“You say you have business to attend to in the city?”
“Yes.”
“About the secret?”
“Yes.”
“Is the moment of disclosure approaching?”
She nodded.
“Well, I wish you the best of luck, my dear.”
“Thanks, Herr Professor.”
She took the early train in high good humour the next morning, clad in her most fetching frock.
“Even a stony-hearted manager could not be
