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This happened when he was walking from Wormley's to the Arlington by a roundabout way of his own involuntary invention, and he had the flowers in his button-hole when Lafflin was pointed out to him in the reading room there, and he introduced himself. Lafflin had put his hat far back on his head, and was intensely chewing a toothpick, with an air of rapture from everything about him.
We shall go by the boat to-morrow, if my aunt's better." "To-morrow?" said Dan. "What's to become of me when you're gone?" "Oh, we shall not take the whole population with us," suggested Miss Anderson. "I wish you would take me. I told Mrs. Brinkley I would come while she was there, but I'm afraid I can't get off. Lafflin is developing into all sorts of strange propositions."
They'll head straight for that break because they'll hit it before they hit the basin. An' Givens an' Link will send 'em through, to hell an' then some. An' them damn fools, Davies an' Harris, is layin' in the back room of the Wolf, paralyzed by that forty-rod that Big Jim Lafflin has been slippin' over the bar to 'em.
In New York Dan found that Lafflin had gone to Washington to look up something in connection with his patent.
"Ah, Joe!" said his father; he touched his hat to the cook, who snatched his cap off. "What a brick you are, father!" thought Dan. His heart leaped at the notion of getting away from Ponkwasset; he perceived how it had been irking him to stay. "If you think I could manage it with Lafflin " "Oh, I think you could. He's another slippery chap." Dan laughed for pleasure and pain at his father's joke.
He used a sheet of the Arlington letter-paper in writing his father of what he had done; and then, as Lafflin had left him, he posted his letter at the clerk's desk, and wandered out through a corridor different from that which he had come in by. It led by the door of the ladies parlour, and at the sound of women's voices Dan halted.
I want you to go to New York next week and look after that Lafflin process. If it's what he thinks if he can really cast his brass patterns without air-holes it will revolutionise our business. I want to get hold of him." The Portuguese cook was standing in the basement door which they passed at the back of the house. He saluted father and son with a glittering smile. "Hello, Joe!" said Dan.
Miss Van Hook said she hoped they should soon see him at the Hygeia, and he replied that he was not sure that he should be able to come after all. Miss Anderson called something after him as he turned from them to go ashore. He ran back eagerly to know what it was. "Better lookout for that Mr. Lafflin of yours," she repeated. "Oh! oh yes," he said, indefinitely disappointed.
"DEAR MISS ANDERSON, I have been acting on your parting advice to look out for that Mr. Lafflin of mine, and I have discovered that he is an unmitigated scamp. Consequently there is nothing more to keep me in Washington, and I should now like your advice about coming to Fortress Monroe. Do you find it malarial?
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