'How do you know the boy is there now?" objected Markham.
"I 'phoned a while ago and found out."
"But this is damned nonsense!"
Vance now had Markham by the arm, playfully urging him toward the door.
"Oh, undoubtedly," he agreed. "But I've often told you, old dear, you take life much too seriously."
Markham, protesting vigorously, held back, and endeavored to disengage his arm from the other's grip. But Vance was determined; and after a somewhat heated dispute, Markham gave in.
"I'm about through with this hocus-pocus," he growled, as we got into a taxicab.
"I'm through already," said Vance.
