"Was he quarrelsome?"

"No."

"Was Sylvester married at that date?"

At the question a faint smile touched the corners of Clymer's clean
shaven mouth and his eyes traveled involuntarily toward the
over-dressed female whose charge of assault and battery against her
husband had brought Clymer to the police court as a "character"
witness in Sylvester's behalf.

"Sylvester left Judge Hildebrand to get married," he explained.
"He was a model clerk; honest, sober, and industrious."

"That is all, Mr. Clymer." The Assistant District Attorney spoke
in some haste. "You may retire, sir," and, as Clymer turned to
vacate the witness box, he addressed the presiding judge.

Clymer did not catch his remarks as, on stepping down, he was
button-holed by a man whose entrance had occurred a few minutes
before through the swing door which gave exit from the space
reserved for witnesses and lawyers into the body of the court room.

"Sit over here a second," the newcomer said in an undertone,
indicating the long bench under the window. "Has Miss McIntyre
been here?"

"Miss McIntyre - here?" Clymer stared in amazement at his questioner.
"No, certainly not."