Some one was asking for the Secretary of the Treasury.

So John rose.
"I must get to work now, boys.

We can talk it over to-night." And then, handing me the manuscript: "Take it home with you, if you like, and look it over at your leisure." As Charlie Webster and I passed out into the street, I noticed the fellow of the sinister pock-marked visage standing near the window of the inner office.

The window was open, and any one standing outside, could easily have heard everything that passed inside.

As the fellow caught my eye, he smiled unpleasantly, and slunk off down the street.
"Who is that fellow ?" I asked Charlie.