Well, he would soon find out.

Already he had wasted too much time on the Briskows--a man's duty ever lies in the way of his desire--but once he had rounded up Buddy perhaps the family would be able to take care of itself.

He hoped so, for it was assuming the character of a liability.
It was late that night.

The southbound flyer had gone through.

The Briskows were sitting in the pleasant parlor of their handsome suite, but they were like three mourners.