"How do you do ?--we--I--we were just having a lark--I'm off to court in a few minutes.

What can I do for you, Mr.
Spargo ?" He had backed to the inner door as he spoke, and he now closed it and turned again to the two men, looking from one to the other.

The detective, on his part, was looking at the young barrister.

He saw a tall, slimly-built youth, of handsome features and engaging presence, perfectly groomed, and immaculately garbed, and having upon him a general air of well-to-do-ness, and he formed the impression from these matters that Mr.Breton was one of those fortunate young men who may take up a profession but are certainly not dependent upon it.

He turned and glanced at the journalist.
"How do you do ?" said Spargo slowly.