Euston had called to see Barnes, and, as the doctor led him up the
hall again, Miss Euston rejoined us.

"You need not drive us back," thanked Kennedy. "Just drop us at
the Subway. I'll let you know the moment I have arrived at any
conclusion."

On the train we happened to run across a former classmate,
Morehead, who had gone into the brokerage business.

"Queer about that Barnes case, isn't it?" suggested Kennedy, after
the usual greetings were over. Then, without suggesting that we
were more than casually interested, "What does the Street think of
it?"

"It is queer," rejoined Morehead. "All the boys down-town are
talking about it--wondering how it will affect the transit of the
gold shipments. I don't know what would happen if there should be
a hitch. But they ought to be able to run the thing through all
right."

"It's a pretty ticklish piece of business, then?" I suggested.

"Well, you know the state of the market just now--a little push
one way or the other means a lot. And I suppose you know that the
insiders on the Street have boosted Continental Express up until
it is practically one of the 'war stocks,' too. Well, good-by--
here's my station."