Chapter 13

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​⁠The American Visitor

Superintendent Battle replaced the sheet with the slightly crest-fallen air of a man whose best point has fallen flat. Anthony stood with his hands in his pockets lost in thought.

“So that’s what old Lollipop meant when he talked about ‘other means,’” he murmured at last.

“I beg your pardon, Mr. Cade?”

“Nothing, superintendent. Forgive my abstraction. You see, I—or rather my frien