There is one person who is very anxious about your welfare." "So ?" Mr.Barnham leaned forward in an exceedingly friendly manner.
"Well, is n't there ?" Fairchild squared away from the table.
"Mr.Barnham," came coldly; the inherent distrust for the greasy, uninviting individual having swerved to the surface.

"You wired me that you had some very important news for me.

I came down here expressly because of that wire.

Now that I 'm here, your mission seems to be wholly taken up in drawing from me any information that I happen to possess about myself.

Plainly and frankly, I don't like it, and I don't like you--and unless you can produce a great deal more than you have already, I 'll have to chalk up the expense to a piece of bad judgment and go on about my business." He started to rise, and Barnham scrambled to his feet.
"Please don't," he begged, thrusting forth a fat hand, "please, please don't.