Meredith; did you want a talk with me?" clasped the
young man's hand confidentially in his, and, with an appearance of
assuring him that whatever the atrocity which had occurred in the Meredith
household it should be discreetly handled and hushed up, indicated a
disposition to conduct him toward a more appropriate apartment for the
rehearsal of scandal. The young man accepted the hand-clasp with some
resignation, but rejected the suggestion of privacy.
"A telegram from Plattville reached me half an hour ago," he said. "I
should have had it sooner, but I have been in the country all day."
The two men who had been talking with the superintendent turned quickly,
and stared at the speaker. He went on: "Mr. Harkless was an old--and--" He
broke off, with a sudden, sharp choking, and for a moment was unable to
control an emotion that seemed, for some reason, as surprising and
unbefitting, in a person of his rubicund presence, as was his gravity. An
astonished tear glittered in the corner of his eye. The grief of the gayer
sorts of stout people appears, sometimes, to dumfound even themselves. The
young man took off his glasses and wiped them slowly. "--An old and very
dear friend of mine." He replaced the glasses insecurely upon his nose. "I
telephoned to your headquarters, and they said you had come here."
"Yes, sir; yes, sir," the superintendent of police responded, cheerfully.
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