Well, one day at the club he told me the most extraordinary story about Mr.Poe--this was some time after you'd gone.

It seems that the judge was at work in his study late one snowy night when his doorbell sounded.

Outside stood a man with his coat buttoned close about his throat--evidently a gentleman--who asked him politely for a sheet of paper and a pen.

You know the judge, and how kind and considerate he is.

Well, of course he asked him in, drew out a chair at his desk and stepped into the next room to leave him undisturbed.