The luck was with him to-day so far.

The voice belonged to the Rev.Reuben Tripple, and he would be saved a journey to the manse.

Accidental meetings were better than planned interviews.

Old Berry's grizzled beard was bristling with repugnance, and he was about to refuse Mr.Tripple the hospitality of the shears when Ingolby said: "You won't mind my having a word with Mr.Tripple first, will you, Berry?
May we use your back parlour ?" A significant look from Ingolby's eyes gave Berry his cue.
"Suh, Mr.Ingolby.

I'm proud." He opened the door of another room.
Mr.Tripple had not seen Ingolby when he entered, and he recognized him now with a little shock of surprise.