"Yes, do," added Mrs. Crane, her lip quivering at the remembrance of the old days when the boys were jolly together.
"And Miss Harper, how is she?" asked Blair, who had been longing to put the question for some time.
"Well, as usual," replied Mrs. Crane. "She was here last night. She----"
"She's a dear girl," Crane interrupted his wife, and a peculiar look crossed his face. "You come round soon again, boys, but I fear we must let you go now. My wife is keeping up bravely, but----" he glanced at the little woman tenderly, and took her hand in his. "And I, too, don't feel like talking more now. So good-night,--and, thank you for all your good comradeship with my boy,--my Peter Boots."
"We want sympathy, too, Mr. Crane," said Blair; "Peter was very dear to us both. We're not given to spilling over, but we have lost a dear friend and chum whose place can never be filled by another."
"Right!" said Shelby, in a choked voice, and his handclasp with Peter's father said the rest.
But once on the street his exasperation broke forth in words. "I can stand any sort of idiots," he said, "except spook idiots! They make me want to go back to the Labrador!"
"Sort of queer, though, that message,--from Peter----"
"From Peter--nothing! Don't desecrate that boy's memory by even an implication that he'd fiddle with a Ouija Board! Ugh!"
"Oh, I think he thought he had a message,--but he was duped. They all are. I know all about that Sir Rowland. I've read his books. He's dotty on the subject. Keep off the rocks, Blair. You've a leaning that way, and if you don't look out you'll fall for it, too."
"Wonder why Mr. Crane shut his wife up when she started to say something about Carly Harper."
"Oh, that was nothing particular. Anyway, you can see Carly for yourself. I expect she'll be hard hit by Peter's death. They were practically engaged."
"Peter told me,--not in words, bless his heart! He just let it out when he was in a babbling mood. I mean, he let fall side remarks, and I just gathered the truth. I didn't tell him I knew. Open-hearted as he was, Peter was reserved in some ways."
"Dear old chap, so he was. Our great work will never materialize now. Unless I write it alone. I'd like to do that,--and publish it over both our names, and explain in a preface."