Overman was quick to detect the hostility of his friend's unusual silence, and hastily rose.
"Excuse me, old boy," he said, apologetically, "if I've hit too hard. I think the world of you in spite of your fool theories. You know that."
"Don't worry, Mark," he answered, carelessly. "I haven't been listening to you at all. I've been thinking of something else. Life's too short to pay any attention to your big Philistine jaw."
The banker smiled.
"Well, you have the instrument handy with which Samson slew the Philistine."
"Yes, if you would only loan it to me. Good-night."
When he had gone, Kate leaned back on the lounge and said with evident amusement:
"You forgot something in parting with your old schoolmate."
"Yes, I thought it quite unnecessary to tell him to drop in any time, unless you wish to let the front room."
A tremor of catlike fun slyly played about her mouth.
