Then Arkwright spoke.
"How long since you've been in correspondence with members of my family ?" "Eh ?" Arkwright laughed grimly.
"Perhaps you thought of it yourself, then--I'll admit you're capable of it," he nodded, reaching for a cigar.

"But it so happens you hit upon my family's favorite name for me." "_Mary Jane!_ You mean they actually _call_ you that ?" "Yes," bowed the big fellow, calmly, as he struck a light.
"Appropriate!--don't you think ?" Calderwell did not answer.

He thought he could not.
"Well, silence gives consent, they say," laughed the other.

"Anyhow, you must have had _some_ reason for calling me that." "Arkwright, what _does_ 'M.

J.' stand for ?" demanded Calderwell.
"Oh, is that it ?" smiled the man opposite.