"When I stop to pick'em up, out he goes.

Yesterday he came in and asked me what I thought of a man who wouldn't break his word for half a million.

Half a million, mind you! I just asked him who it was, and out he went again.

He pops in and out of my office like a figure on a cuckoo-clock." [Illustration: "He pops in and out of my office like a figure on a cuckoo-clock."] Mr.Stobell relapsed into thought again, but no gleam of expression disturbed the lines of his heavy face; Mr.Tredgold, whose sharp, alert features bred more confidence in his own clients than those of other people, waited impatiently.
"He knows something that we don't," said Mr.Stobell, at last; "that's what it is." Mr.Tredgold, who was too used to his friend's mental processes to quarrel with them, assented.
"He's coming round to smoke a pipe with me to-morrow night," he said, briskly, as he turned to cross the road to his office.

"You come too, and we'll get it out of him.