"And I do." "Probably," replied Peter quietly, "You may know New York, Mr.Dummer, but you don't know me.

That case shall be tried." "Well," laughed Dummer, "if you'll agree not to press the civil suits, till that's out of the way, we shall have no need to compromise.
Good-day." The next morning Peter went to the District Attorney's office, and inquired for him.
"He's gone to Bar Harbor for a couple of weeks' vacation," he was told.
"Whom must I see in his stead ?" And after some time Peter was brought face to face with the acting official.
"Mr.Nelson told me he should present the Coldman case to the grand jury to-day, and finding he has left the city, I wish to know who has it in charge ?" asked Peter.
"He left all the presentments with me," the deputy replied, "but there was no such case as that." "Could he have left it with some one else to attend to ?" "No." Peter went back to his office, took down the Code and went over certain sections.

His eyes had rather a sad look as they gazed at his wall, after his study, as if what he had read had not pleased him.

But if the eyes were sad, the heavy jaw had a rigidness and setness which gave no indication of weakness or yielding.
For two weeks Peter waited, and then once more invaded officialdom.
"The District Attorney's engaged, and can't see you," he was told.

Peter came again in the afternoon, with the same result.