“Father, dear,” said Lucille.  “Archie has got an idea.”

“Archie?” said Mr. Brewster incredulously.

“This is me,” said Archie, indicating himself with a spoon.  “The tall, distinguished-looking bird.”

“What new fool-thing is he up to now?”

“It’s a splendid idea, father.  He wants to help you over your new hotel.”

“Wants to run it for me, I suppose?”

“By Jove!” said Archie, reflectively.  “That’s not a bad scheme!  I never thought of running an hotel.  I shouldn’t mind taking a stab at it.”

“He has thought of a way of getting rid of Salvatore and his shop.”

For the first time Mr. Brewster’s interest in the conversation seemed to stir.  He looked sharply at his son-in-law.

“He has, has he?” he said.

Archie balanced a roll on a fork and inserted a plate underneath.  The roll bounded away into a corner.

“Sorry!” said Archie.  “My fault, absolutely!  I owe you a roll.  I’ll sign a bill for it.  Oh, about this sportsman Salvatore, Well, it’s like this, you know.  He and I are great pals.  I’ve known him for years and years.  At least, it seems like years and years.  Lu was suggesting that I seek him out in his lair and ensnare him with my diplomatic manner and superior brain power and what not.”

“It was your idea, precious,” said Lucille.

Mr. Brewster was silent.—­Much as it went against the grain to have to admit it, there seemed to be something in this.

“What do you propose to do?”

“Become a jolly old ambassador.  How much did you offer the chappie?”

“Three thousand dollars.  Twice as much as the place is worth.  He’s holding out on me for revenge.”

“Ah, but how did you offer it to him, what?  I mean to say, I bet you got your lawyer to write him a letter full of whereases, peradventures, and parties of the first part, and so forth.  No good, old companion!”

“Don’t call me old companion!”

“All wrong, laddie!  Nothing like it, dear heart!  No good at all, friend of my youth!  Take it from your Uncle Archibald!  I’m a student of human nature, and I know a thing or two.”

“That’s not much,” growled Mr. Brewster, who was finding his son-in-law’s superior manner a little trying.

“Now, don’t interrupt, father,” said Lucille, severely.  “Can’t you see that Archie is going to be tremendously clever in a minute?”

“He’s got to show me!”

“What you ought to do,” said Archie, “is to let me go and see him, taking the stuff in crackling bills.  I’ll roll them about on the table in front of him.  That’ll fetch him!” He prodded Mr. Brewster encouragingly with a roll.  “I’ll tell you what to do.  Give me three thousand of the best and crispest, and I’ll undertake to buy that shop.  It can’t fail, laddie!”

“Don’t call me laddie!” Mr. Brewster pondered.  “Very well,” he said at last.  “I didn’t know you had so much sense,” he added grudgingly.