Mr.Simpkins was in the office, and Meldon greeted him with a warmth which seemed actually affectionate.

Mr.
Simpkins was surprised, and rubbed his hand, which had been hurt by the hearty way in which Meldon shook it.
"Is there," he asked, in a puzzled tone, "anything that I can do for you ?" "Nothing," said Meldon; "nothing whatever.

If there was I'm sure you'd do it, and I shouldn't hesitate to ask you.

But there isn't.

I simply called in to have a chat.