other grimly.

"How did you know about his studying?"

"Seen the perfessor in the house."

"Some one you knew?"

"No. I asked him. Roddy was sore because I found out what he was up
to."

Upon that point Average Jones meditated a moment.

"Did you see this Spanish professor again?" he inquired presently.

"Now that you speak of it, I didn't see him but the once."

"Can you leave for Toledo on to-night's train?"

"You're goin' to take the case, then?" the quack clawed nervously at
his professional white whiskers. "What's your terms?" he demanded.

"That I'm to have full control and that you're to take orders and
not give them."

Doctor Hoff swallowed that with a gulp. "You're on," he said
finally.

On the train Doctor Hoff regaled his companion with a strictly
paternal view of his son's character and pursuits as he knew them.