and Harper were swept out of the room and cascaded down the stairs into the street.
"Good God, Doctor! did I not tell you that Jarette would kill him?" said Harper, as soon as they were clear of the crowd.
"I believe you did," replied the other, without apparent emotion.
They walked on in silence, block after block. Against the graying east the dwellings of the hill tribes showed in silhouette. The familiar milk wagon was already astir in the streets; the baker's man would soon come upon the scene; the newspaper carrier was abroad in the land.
"It strikes me, youngster," said Helberson, "that you and I have been having too much of the morning air lately. It is unwholesome; we need a change. What do you say to a tour in Europe?"
"When?"
"I'm not particular. I should suppose that four o'clock this afternoon would be early enough."
"I'll meet you at the boat," said Harper.
V
Seven years afterward these two men sat upon a bench in Madison Square, New York,
