He seemed to be especially interested in what was taking place, for he kept edging up the closer, dusting the Colonial sideboard close to which Kling and the man were standing, his ears stretched to their utmost, in order to miss no word of the interview.
"Vell, if it's business, and you don't mean noddin, dot's anudder ting," replied Kling, in a milder tone, "maybe den I tell you.

Run avay, Masie, I got someting private to say.

Dot's right.

You go talk to Mrs.
Gossburger--Yes," he added, as the child disappeared, "I did buy a big lace shawl like dot." Pickert's grin covered half his face.

He could get along now without a search-warrant.