"I didn't mean to alarm
you. He merely carried that bug-catcher nonsense a trifle too
far. I wouldn't have minded humoring him and fooling about it a
little. But, Peter, do you know him quite well? Are you very
sure of him?"
"No," said Peter, "I don't know him well at all. The only thing
I am sure about him is that he is doing well in his profession.
I chose him because he was an ambitious youngster and I thought I
could get more careful attention from him than I could from some
of the older fellows who had made their reputation. You see,
there are such a lot of things I want to know about in this
building proposition, and the last four years haven't been a time
for any man to be careful about saving his money."
"Then," said Linda, "he is all right, of course. He must be.
But I think I'm like a cat. I'm very complacent with certain
people, but when I begin to get goose flesh and hair prickles my
head a bit, I realize that there is something antagonistic
around, something for me to beware of. I guess it's because I am
such a wild creature."
"Do you mean to say," said Peter, "that these are the sensations
that Henry gives you?"
Linda nodded.
"Now forget Henry," she said. "I have had such a big day I must
tell you about it, and then we'll come to that last article you
left me. I haven't had time to put anything on paper concerning
it yet, but I believe I have an awfully good idea in the paint
pot, and I'll find time in a day or two to work it out.
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