"Just step into the office, please," he said.
Lamb glanced at the desk, at the kitchen chair before it, at the telephone, and at the partition walls built of old boards, some covered with ancient paint and some merely weatherbeaten, the salvage of a house-wrecker; and he smiled broadly.

"So these are your offices, are they ?" he asked.

"You expect to do quite a business here, I guess, don't you, Virgil ?" Adams turned upon him a stricken and tortured face.

"Have you seen Charley Lohr since last night, Mr.Lamb ?" "No; I haven't seen Charley." "Well, I told him to tell you," Adams began;--"I told him I'd pay you----" "Pay me what you expect to make out o' glue, you mean, Virgil ?" "No," Adams said, swallowing.

"I mean what my boy owes you.