MR.

LITTLESON, FLATTERER Once more a little luncheon was in progress at the corner table in the millionaires' club.

This time Littleson also was of the party.

He had been describing his luncheon of the day before to his friends.
"I am dead sure of one thing," he declared.

"She is on our side, and I honestly believe that she means getting that paper." "But she hasn't even the entree to the house now," Weiss objected.
"There are plenty of the servants there," Littleson answered, "whom she must know very well, and through whom she could get in, especially if Phineas is really up in his room.