In an intimacy of many years he had never suspected that sort of thing from Kerns.

That is why, no doubt, the opinions expressed by Kerns stirred him to an astonishment too innocent to harbor anger or chagrin.
And when Kerns stood up with an unembarrassed laugh, saying, "I'm going to the office; see you this evening ?" Gatewood replied rather vacantly: "Oh, yes; I'm dining here.

Good-by, Tommy." Kerns glanced at his watch, lingering.

"Was there anything you wished to ask me, Jack ?" he inquired guilelessly.
"Ask you?
No, I don't think so." "Oh; I had an idea you might care to know where Keen & Co.

were to be found." "_That_," said Gatewood firmly, "is foolish." "I'll write the address for you, anyway," rejoined Kerns, scribbling it and handing the card to his friend.
Then he went down the stairs, several at a time, eased in conscience, satisfied that he had done his duty by a friend he cared enough for to breakfast with.
"Of course," he ruminated as he crawled into a hansom and lay back buried in meditation--"of course there may be nothing in this Keen & Co.
business.