"Very good," went on Mr. Magee. "I see no reason why we should not proceed on friendly terms. Mr. Peters has agreed to cook for us. He can no doubt be persuaded to attend to our other wants. For his services we shall pay him gener ously, in view of the circumstances. As for Quimby—I leave you to make your peace with him."
"I have a letter to Mr. Quimby from my old friend, John Bentley," said the professor, "which I am sure will win me the caretaker's warm regard."
Mr. Magee looked at Bland.
"I'll get Andy Rutter on the wire," said that gentleman. "Quimby will listen to him, I guess."
"Maybe," remarked Magee carelessly. "Who is Rutter?"
"He's manager of the inn when it's open," an- swered Bland. He looked suspiciously at Magee. "I only know him slightly," he added.
"Those matters you will arrange for your selves," Mr. Magee went on. "I shall be very glad of your company if you can fix it to stay. Believe it or not I forgot, we agreed to believe,
