He hopes to find at your farm a letter from your brother that will furnish a clue.

Whereupon, I take it, he'll rove forth again to seek his son and patch up a regular ballyhoo of a quarrel that almost disrupted the Holbein Club.

You see, everybody insisted upon taking both sides, with terrifying results.
"I pray Heaven that O'Neill senior may not find O'Neill junior, but from now on I shall have a nervous conviction of the pair of them quarreling all over the state of Pennsylvania.

In view of a certain sentimental indiscretion of mine in permitting O'Neill to read his son's letter to me and find the postmark, I feel guilty and apprehensive.
"Your brother, I should say, is just a little safer with Brian than he would be anywhere else in the confines of the universe.
"I enclose a newspaper article on Kennicott O'Neill, written just after he had acquired one of the medals that fly up at him wherever he goes.
It's fairly accurate.
"Sincerely, "Garry Rittenhouse." With the girl's soft eyes upon him, Kenny felt that he could not be expected to read each word of the letter.

He never did that anyhow.
He blurred through now with amazing speed, catching enough to gratify and upset him.