Loge was silent a moment, and then he said, dropping his bantering manner, which indeed sat rather heavily upon him: "I don't know why you should want to shoot at my scarfpin--or at me.

I don't know why you should suddenly lay a pistol between us.

I don't, in short, know why we should sit here paying each other left-handed compliments, when it was merely my intention to make you a business proposition." "I have been waiting to hear what you had to say to me," said Cleggett, without being in the least thrown off his guard by the other's change of manner.
"If you had not chanced to drop in here today," said Loge, "I had intended paying you a visit." "I have had several visitors lately," said Cleggett nonchalantly, "and I think at least two of them can make no claim that they were not warmly received." "Yes ?" said Loge.

But if Cleggett's meaning reached him he was too cool a hand to show it.

He persisted in his affectation of a businesslike air.