"Can you beat that?" he demanded in an undertone. "The kid has to turn up just when he isn't wanted. The old ladles never had a nephew to my knowledge, and now they allow themselves to be imposed on by—"
A look from Blosser restrained him.
"Well," Fluss addressed himself to Betty, "do you know anything about how the farm was left? Where's the kid's mother? Disinherited? Was the place left to these old maids? It was, wasn't it?"
"What he means," interrupted Blosser, "is, do you know whether this boy would come in for any of the money if some one bought the farm? We've a client who would like to buy and farm it, as I was saying the other day."
"Bob is entitled to one-third," said Betty coolly, having in a measure recovered her composure.
"Oh, he is, is he?" snarled the older man. "I thought he had a good deal to say about the place. Did the old maids get well? Are they up and about?"
"Miss Hope and Miss Charity are much better," answered Betty, flushing indignantly. "And now will you let me go?"
"Not yet," grinned Fluss. "We haven't got this relation business all straightened out. What I want you to tell me—"
But Betty had seen the opportunity for which
