Good-evening, Mr.Harkless.

Good-evening, Mr.
Todd." He plodded on a few paces, then turned, irresolutely.
"What is it, Fisbee ?" asked Harkless.
Fisbee stood for a moment, as though about to speak, then he smiled faintly, shook his head, and went his way.

Harkless stared after him, surprised.

It suddenly struck him, with a feeling of irritation, that if Fisbee had spoken it would have been to advise him to call at Judge Briscoe's.

He laughed impatiently at the notion, and, drawing his pencil and a pad from his pocket, proceeded to injure his eyes in the waning twilight by the editorial perusal of the items his staff had just left in his hands.