ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER Although Stoner hailed from Darlington, he had no folk of his own left there--they were all dead and gone.

Accordingly he put himself up at a cheap hotel, and when he had taken what its proprietors called a meat tea, he strolled out and made for that part of the town in which his friend Myler had set up housekeeping in a small establishment wherein there was just room for a couple of people to turn round.

Its accommodation, indeed, was severely taxed just then, for Myler's father and mother-in-law had come to visit him and their daughter, and when Stoner walked in on the scene and added a fifth the tiny parlour was filled to its full extent.
"Who'd ha' thought of seeing you, Stoner!" exclaimed Myler joyously, when he had welcomed his old chum, and had introduced him to the family circle.

"And what brings you here, anyway?
Business ?" "Just a bit of business," answered Stoner.

"Nothing much, though--only a call to make, later on.