I kin wait." "I shall not be less busy this morning.

I can listen." "I want you to give me the name of a certain person who writes in your magazine." The editor's eye glanced at the second right-hand drawer of his desk.
It did not contain the names of his contributors, but what in the traditions of his office was accepted as an equivalent,--a revolver.
He had never yet presented either to an inquirer.

But he laid aside his proofs, and, with a slight darkening of his youthful, discontented face, said, "What do you want to know for ?" The question was so evidently unexpected that the stranger's face colored slightly, and he hesitated.

The editor meanwhile, without taking his eyes from the man, mentally ran over the contents of the last magazine.

They had been of a singularly peaceful character.