As he passed through the drawing-room car he bowed to the great man, who returned his greeting with the shortness characteristic of him, and passed on to the smoker, where he ensconced himself in a chair near the door, depositing on the seat next to him a pile of magazines and his coat.

Half an hour passed and the car filled up, save for the seat next the young lawyer.

Presently the bulky form of Morgan H.Rogers filled the door-way.

He already had a black unlit cigar in his mouth and he scanned the rows of seats with ill-concealed disappointment.

Then his eye caught the one occupied by our friend's coat.
"Let me have this seat!" said he abruptly.
"Oh, how are you, Mr.Rogers!" exclaimed the young lawyer.
"Certainly! Let me give you a light." "Your name's Baldwin, isn't it ?" inquired the banker as he took up a magazine.