Hat, this is Edwards of the fourth.

Sit down, won't you ?" Williams, who was a heavy, dark-complexioned youth of eighteen with a flat nose and a broad mouth, shook hands politely, murmuring something that Steve took to mean that he was pleased to meet him, and sank back to his seat.

Steve took the easy-chair that Andy pushed forward.
"Well, how are you ?" asked the football captain genially.

"Haven't run across any more confidence-men, I hope." Steve smiled none too heartily and cast a glance toward Williams.

But the latter's blank expression showed that the allusion meant nothing to him and proved that, as far as Williams was concerned, Miller had kept his promise of secrecy.
"No, not yet," answered Steve.