Porter wouldn't go into this business without owning a Judge."

He put the paper in his pocket, then locked his desk, and with a word to
Pease he left the office. Jim dined down town, and not until after dinner
did he think of Harvey and his leave of absence. He would need his
secretary to-morrow, and it would not do to have him out of reach. But the
moments of reminiscence that afternoon came to Harvey's rescue, and Jim in
the most unbusinesslike way decided to get on without his secretary. "He
can't go through that but once," thought Jim.

He left the restaurant and walked rapidly to the Northern Station, and for
the second time that week the Northern Limited took Jim to Manchester.

Jim was going to see Judge Grey. He had already decided what he wanted the
Judge to do; whether he could get him to do it was another question, which
Jim was going to put to the test as soon as possible.

The trains on the Northern in coming into Manchester run down the middle
of one of the main business streets, and engineers are compelled by city
statutes to run slowly. As the Limited slowed down, Jim walked out on the
rear platform and stood gazing at the brightly lighted shop windows. At an
intersecting street he saw a trolley car waiting for the train to pass;
the blue light it showed told Jim it was the car he wanted, so he swung
quickly off the train and stepped aboard the car as it came bumping over
the crossing. It was evidently behind its schedule, for once on clear
track again it sped along rapidly. A man was running to catch the car, and
Jim watched him with amused interest. At first he gained, but as the speed
of the car increased he gave up the race; but he had come near enough for
Jim to recognize him as the man who had dined only a few tables from him
that evening in Chicago and who had sat a few seats behind him on the