Thus cantered the cogitations of Mr.Harley until, fetching up at his journey's end, he sent in his card to Storri.
At Mr.Harley's appearance, Storri's arm-tossing and raving ended abruptly.

He became oily and purringly suave, and bid Mr.Harley light a cigar which he tendered.

A cat will play with a mouse before coming to the final kill; and there was a broad streak of the feline in Storri.
Now that his victim was within spring, he would play with him as preliminary to the supreme joy of that last lethal crunch.
Following the usual salutations, Mr.Harley sat in peace and favor with himself, waiting for Storri to begin.

He would let Storri vent his excitement, blow off steam, as Mr.Harley expressed it; and then he would go about those calmative steps of explanation and assurance suggested of the case.
Storri strode up and down, eying Mr.Harley with a mixed expression of cruelty and triumph which, had Mr.Harley caught the picture of it, might have made him feel uneasy.

However, Mr.Harley was not looking at Storri.