I 'd have known you--just like your father, Boy.

How is he ?" Then his face suddenly sobered.

"I 'm afraid your presence is the answer.

Am I right ?" Fairchild nodded gravely.

The old attorney slowly placed his fat hands together, peaking the fingers, and stared out of the window to the grimy roof and signboards of the next building.
"Perhaps it's better so," he said at last.