I'm done, sir." Barclay knew wheedling would not move Brownwell.

He was of the mulish temperament.

So Barclay stretched out in his chair, locked his hands back of his head, and looked at the ceiling through his eyelashes.
After a silence he addressed the cobwebs above him: "Supposing the case.

Would a letter from me to you, setting forth the desperate need of this accommodation paper, not especially for me, but for Colonel Culpepper's fortunes and the good name of the Hendricks family--would that help your cause--a letter that you could show; a letter," Barclay said slowly, "asking for this accommodation; a letter that you could show to--to--well, to the proper parties, let us say, to-night; would--that kind of a letter help--" Barclay rose suddenly to an upright position and went on: "Say, Mr.Man, that ought to pretty nearly fix it.

Let's leave both matters open, say for two hours, and then at ten o'clock or so--you come back here, and I'll have the note for you to sign--if you care to.