"
"I don't think I'd quite like to do that, dad. He isn't the sort
of man one offers money to."
"Every one's the sort of man one offers money to--if it's enough,"
retorted her father. "And a hundred dollars will look pretty big
to a scientific man. I know something about their salaries. You
try him."
"So far as expenses go, I will. But I won't hurt his feelings by
trying to pay him for something that he would do for friendship or
not at all."
"Have it your own way. When is he coming in?"
"He isn't coming in."
"Then where are you going to see him?"
"Up on the mountain trail, when I ride tomorrow afternoon."
"With Carroll?"
"No; I'm going alone."
"I don't quite like to have you knocking about mountain roads by
yourself, though Mr. Sherwen says you're safe anywhere here.
Where's that little automatic revolver I gave you?"
"In my trunk. I'll carry that if it will make you feel any
easier."
"Yes, do. But I can't see why you can't send word to Perkins that
I want to see him here."
"I can. And I can guess just what his answer would be."
"Well, guess ahead."
"He'd tell you to go to the bad place, or its scientific
equivalent.
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