just taking that man's measure. See how coolly he acted while he was drawing on his gloves and buttoning his coat as if ready to leave. Flung that at Brown all of a sudden as quiet as if he was saying nothing at all unusual, and all the time watching Brown out of the tail of his eye. Well, sir, I must admit, that although I have known George Stratton for years, I thought he was dished by that Cincinnati lawyer. I thought that George was just gracefully covering up his defeat, and there he upset old Brown's apple-cart in the twinkling of an eye. Now, you see the effect of all this. Brown has practically admitted to him what the line of defence is. Stratton won't publish it, of course; he has promised not to, but you see he can hold that over Brown's head, and get everything he wants unless they change their defence." "Yes," remarked Brenton, slowly, "he seems to be a very sharp newspaper man indeed; but I don't like the idea of his going to interview my wife." "Why, what is there wrong about that?" "Well, there is this wrong about it--that she in her depression may say something that will tell against her." "Even if she does, what of it? Isn't the lawyer going to see the letter before it is sent to the paper?" "I am not so sure about that. Do you think Stratton will show the article to Brown if he gets what you call a scoop or a beat?" "Why, of course he will," answered Speed, indignantly; "hasn't he given him his word that he will?" "Yes, I know he has," said Brenton, dubiously; "but he is a newspaper man." "Certainly he is," answered Speed, with strong emphasis; "that is the reason he will keep his word." "I hope so, I hope so; but I must admit that the more I know you newspaper men, the more I see the great temptation you are under to preserve if possible the sensational features of an article." "I'll bet you a drink--no, we can't do that," corrected Speed; "but you shall see that, if Brown acts square with Stratton, he will keep his word to the very letter with Brown. There is no use in our talking about the matter here. Let us follow Stratton, and see what comes of the interview." "I think I prefer to go alone," said Brenton, coldly. "Oh, as you like, as you like," answered the other, shortly. "I thought you wanted my help in this affair; but if you don't, I am sure I shan't