"Wope! Wope! Back up!" warned Mickey. "He didn't pump me a little bit, and he didn't _try_ to. He told me nearly three weeks ago just what _would_ happen about now, as he had things doped out, and they have. I didn't _think_ that letter should be delivered this morning, 'cause you had no business in 'darling old Daddy's' office if he said 'stay out.'" In came Mickey's best flourish. "_Why he mightn't a-been ready!_" he exclaimed. "He had his friend to help you remember, I heard Miss Leslie tell you he did. And she told him to. She told you he could have what she had, you remember of course. He might a-had to use some of his office money real quick, to save a friend that he _had_ to save if it took all he had and all Miss Leslie had; and _that_ was right. I asked you the other day if a man might use the money he handled, and you said yes, he was _expected_ to, if he had his books straight and the money in the bank when his time for accounting came. 'Tain't time to account yet; but you was doing this investigating among his bunch, and so I guess if he did use the money for his friend, he had to go on that trip he was too busy to take Miss Leslie, and sell something, or do something to get ready for you. _That's_ all right, ain't it?" "Yes, if he could _do_ it," conceded Douglas. "Well he can!" triumphed Mickey. "He can just as easy, 'cause he's down at the Universal Bank doing it right now!" "What?" cried Douglas. "Sure!" said Mickey. "Back on time! At the bank fixing things so you can investigate all you want to. What's the matter with 'darling old Daddy?' _He's all right!_ Go on and write your letter over, and tell them anxious, irritated gents, that you'll investigate 'til the basement and cupola are finished, just as soon as you make out the reports you are figuring up _now_. That will give you time to act independent, and it will give Daddy time to be ready for you----" "Mickey, what if he didn't get the land sold?" wavered Douglas. "What if his trip was a failure?" "Well that's fixed," said Mickey, stepping from one toe to the other. "Don't ruffle your down about that. If 'darling old Daddy' has bad luck, and for staking his money and his honour on his friend, he's going to get picked clean and dished up himself, why it's fixed so he _isn't!_ See?" "_It's fixed?_" marvelled Douglas. "Surest thing you know!" cried Mickey. "You've had your _Pertectorate_ all safe a long time, and didn't know it." "Mickey, talk fast! Tell me! What do you mean?"