After standing four hours on the form he wasn't fit to walk himself." "Oh!" snorted Jonah, nearly bursting with indignation; "and pray how--" "Excuse me, Trimble.

If you and Mrs Trimble wish me to leave, I'll do so.

If not, don't talk to me.

I don't want it." Poor Jonah nearly had a fit.

He, head man of Galloway House, knowing what he did, to be spoken to like this by a stuck-up--murderer! He had prepared a scene, and had counted on coming to an understanding then and there.