door reclose noiselessly. Listening and hearing nothing, he went up the stairs to the great, beautiful main hall. He listened again, then crossed the polished floor without a sound and looked in at the door of Beman's den. The old man was there, sitting in front of his wood fire—immense and powerful even in repose. Peewee coughed and Beman then looked up.
"Hello," he said.
"Hello," Peewee returned.
Beman, he saw, looked past him toward the door. The old man had had agents searching for him and supposed that one of them had brought him there. When he saw no one with him his sharp eyes rested on Peewee more attentively.
"Who brought you back?" he asked.
"I just came," Peewee answered sweetly. "I like it here."
Beman swung around in his chair to study Peewee. "You were here before," he said. "You didn't seem to like it then; you ran away."
"Yes, sir."
"Why did you do that?"
