scanty information he had obtained the previous day. "The young lady,"
he continued blandly, "enjoys the further distinction of being
the object of such attention from you as would make this
interview--really--a confidential matter--er--er among friends
and--er--er--relations in present and future. I need not say that the
lady I refer to is Miss Zaidee Juno Hooker, only daughter of Almira
Ann Hooker, relict of Jefferson Brown Hooker, formerly of Boone County,
Kentucky, and latterly of--er--Pike County, Missouri."

The sallow, ascetic hue of Mr. Hotchkiss's face had passed through a
livid and then a greenish shade, and finally settled into a sullen red.
"What's all this about?" he demanded roughly.

The least touch of belligerent fire came into Starbottle's eye, but his
bland courtesy did not change. "I believe," he said politely, "I have
made myself clear as between--er--gentlemen, though perhaps not as clear
as I should to--er--er--jury."

Mr. Hotchkiss was apparently struck with some significance in the
lawyer's reply. "I don't know," he said, in a lower and more cautious
voice, "what you mean by what you call 'my attentions' to--any one--or
how it concerns you. I have not exchanged half a dozen words with--the
person you name--have never written her a line--nor even called at her
house."

He rose with an assumption of ease, pulled down his waistcoat, buttoned
his coat, and took up his hat. The Colonel did not move.

"I believe I have already indicated my meaning in what I have called
'your attentions,'" said the Colonel blandly, "and given you my