Winton caught Mickey, lifting him from his feet. "God made a jewel
after my heart when he made you lad," he said. "If you haven't got a
father, I'm a candidate for the place."
"Gee, you're the nicest man!" said Mickey. "If I was out with a telescope
searching for a father, I'd make a home run for you; but you see I'm
fairly well fixed. Here's my boss, too fine to talk about, that I work for
to earn money to keep me and my family; there's Peter, better than gold,
who's annexed both me and my child; there's Mr. Chaffner punching me up
every time I see him about my job for him, soon as I finish school; I'd
_like_ you for a father, only I'm crazy about Peter. Just you come and see
_Peter_, and you'll understand----"
"I'll be there soon," said Mr. Winton. "I have reasons for wanting to know
him thoroughly. And by the way, how do you do, Douglas? How is the great
investigation coming on? 'Fine!' I'm glad to hear it. Push it with all
your might, and finish up so we can have a month on Atwater without coming
back and forth.
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