Daddy
had a good deal of that in his business, being in a mining
country. We've got to know just where we stand, it seems to me,
because Baumberger's going to use the laws himself, and it's with
the law we've got to fight him."
She had to go first and put a stop to the hysterical chattering
of the sounder by answering the summons. It proved to be a
message for Baumberger, and she wrote it down in a spiteful
scribble which left it barely legible.
"Betraying professional secrets, but I don't care," she
exclaimed, turning swiftly toward him. "Listen to this:
"'How's fishing? Landed the big one yet? Ready for fry?"'
She threw it down upon the table with a pettish gesture that was
wholly feminine. "Sounds perfectly innocent, doesn't it? Too
perfectly innocent, if you ask me." She stared out of the window
abstractedly, her brows pinched together and her lips pursed with
a corner between her teeth, much as she had stared after
Baumberger the day before; and when she spoke she seemed to have
swung her memory back to him then.
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