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But
during the week after Christmas he reached the office early one
morning to find that keen and rather shabby gentleman already there,
waiting.
Not precisely waiting, for he was standing by one of the windows,
well back from it, and inspecting the mill yard with sharp, darting
glances.
"Hello, Dunbar," said Clayton, and proceeded to shed his fur-lined
coat. Dunbar turned and surveyed him with the grudging admiration
of the undersized man for the tall one.
"Cold morning," he said, coming forward. "Not that I suppose you
know it." He glanced at the coat.
"I thought Hutchinson said that you'd gone away."
"Been to Washington. I brought something back that will interest
you."
From inside his coat he produced a small leather case, and took from
it a number of photographs.
"I rather gathered, Mr. Spencer," he said dryly, "when I was here
last that you thought me an alarmist. I don't know that I blame
you. We always think the other fellow may get it, but that we are
safe.


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