CHAPTER XXIII.
SALVAGE Mr.Anthony T.Hyatt, attorney-at-law, leaned smilingly back in a swivel-chair, matched ten pudgy fingers together and smiled expansively at his clients.

There was a great deal of Mr.Hyatt, and much of it lay directly behind his clasped hands.

He had a large, round face in the centre of which a small, sharp nose surmounted a wide mouth and was flanked by a pair of pale brown eyes at once innocent and shrewd.

Steve counted three chins and was not certain there wasn't another tucked away behind the collar of the huge shirt.

Mr.Hyatt had a deep and mellow voice, and his words rolled and rumbled out like the reverberations of a good-natured thunder storm.