But after they got upon the asphalt, and began smoothly rolling over it, he seemed in no haste to begin.

At last he said, "I wanted to talk with you about that--that Dutchman that was at my dinner--Lindau," and March's heart gave a jump with wonder whether he could already have heard of Lindau's death; but in an instant he perceived that this was impossible.

"I been talkin' with Fulkerson about him, and he says they had to take the balance of his arm off." March nodded; it seemed to him he could not speak.

He could not make out from the close face of the old man anything of his motive.

It was set, but set as a piece of broken mechanism is when it has lost the power to relax itself.