The next morning a messenger boy stumbled up the front steps and handed the colored man, Jim, four yellow envelopes, night messages.

Three of them were for Harkless, one was for Meredith.
Jim carried them upstairs, left the three with his master's guest, then knocked on his master's door.
"What is it ?" answered a thick voice.

Meredith had not yet risen.
"A telegraph.

Mist' Tawm." There was a terrific yawn.

"O-o-oh! Slide it--oh--under the--door." "Yessuh." Meredith lay quite without motion for several minutes, sleepily watching the yellow rhomboid in the crevice.