from his pocket and opened it, preparatory to offer¬
ing one of the highest-priced weeds purchasable.
" No, not everything," returned Banatyne, his
usually smiling lips curving Avith a sneer. " Noav,
for instance, if anyone should tell me that you
Avere truthful I Avouldn't believe that; no, not by a
jug fid" his patience kicking hard against the
cool impudence of that brazen-faced villain.
" That's unkind, old felloAV," said Lutner, po¬
litely, offering him a cigar.
" I am not smoking," said Banatyne, brusquely,
as he Avaved the cigar away.
" Since Avhen , have you reformed ? " asked Lut¬
ner, throAving one leg over the other.
" Since now," Avas the brief reply.
" Ah," said Lutner, sloAvly, as he selected a cigar
and then replaced the case carefully in his pocket.
" Well, Avhat have you got to say ?" asked
Banatyne sharply, as if he was in a hurry to show
Lutner the street door.
" Nothing much," answered Lutner, as he took
a quartz matchbox from his pocket, turned it sloAvly
around until he got the proper side, struck a
match upon it ana lit his cigar, Avhile Banatyne
Avas standing, Avatching and Avaiting for his
ansAver, very much like a volcano about to irrupt.
" Well, say it," blurted out Banatyne.
" Well, Avhat I Avas going to say is this," he
added, taking the cigar from his mouth, looking to
see if it Avas Avell lighted, and returning it to his
lips to perfect its light by a foAV more puffs.
" Is what!" howled Banatyne, his patience well