somewhere as secretary to a man of letters.'

'They can't afford secretaries,' said Logan. 'Besides they are family
men, married men, and so--'

'And so what?'

'Go look in any glass, and say,' said Logan, laughing. 'But how do you
begin with a situation?'

'Oh, anyhow. A lot of men in a darkened room. Pitch dark.'

'A seance?'

'No, a conspiracy. They are in the dark that when arrested they may
swear they never saw each other.'

'They could swear that anyhow.'

'Conspirators have consciences. Then there comes a red light shining
between the door and the floor. Then the door breaks down under a
hammer, the light floods the room. There is a man in it whom the others
never saw enter.'

'How did he get in?'

'He was there before they came. Then the fighting begins. At the end of
it where is the man?'

'Well, where is he? What was he up to?'