coffee-pot, and asked, "Oh, couldn't you give me some of that?"

The man filled his cup for him, and after Wanhope put in the sugar and
lifted it to his lips, Rulledge said, with his impetuous business air,
"It's easy to see what Wanhope does his high thinking on."

"Yes," the psychologist admitted, "coffee is an inspiration. But you can
overdo an inspiration. It would be interesting to know whether there
hasn't been a change in the quality of thought since the use of such
stimulants came in--whether it hasn't been subtilized--"

"Was that what you were going to say?" demanded Rulledge, relentlessly.
"Come, we've got no time to throw away!"

Everybody laughed.

"_You_ haven't, anyway," said I.

"Well, none of his own," Minver admitted for the idler.

"I suppose you mean I have thrown it all away. Well, I don't want to
throw away other peoples'. Go on, Wanhope."




II.


The psychologist set his cup down and resumed his cigar, which he had to