He had heard vaguely that Harkless was abroad, and he had a general expectation that people would hear of him over there some day, with papers like the "Times" beseeching him to go on missions.

And he found him here, in his own home, a stranger, alone and dying, receiving what ministrations were reserved for Jerry the Teller.

But it was Helen Sherwood who had found him.

He wondered how much those two had seen of each other, down there in Plattville.

If they had liked each other, and Harkless could have lived, he thought it might have simplified some things for Helen.