If I did, you'd be welcome to it." Mr.Jacks leaned back in his chair.

Certainly the situation increased in perplexity! The man by his side was talking now of the adaptation of one of his patents to some existing machinery, and Jacks watched him covertly.

He considered himself, to some extent, a physiognomist.

He told himself it was not possible that this man was playing a part.

Mr.
James B.Coulson sat there, the absolute incarnation of the genial man of affairs, interested in his business, interested in the great subject of dollar-getting, content with himself and his position,--a person apparently of little imagination, for the shock of this matter concerning which they had been talking had already passed away.