"Oh, somebody you've been trying to 'brighten,' I suppose?"
"Yes, and failed," I confessed.
He scowled.
"A man?"
"A man and his girl." Whereupon I emptied the whole story into the bowl of Jim's intelligence.
"Do you see light?" I asked at last.
"No," he returned, stolidly. "I don't."
Oh, how disappointed I was! I'd hardly known how much I'd counted on Jim till I got that answer.
"But I might find some," he added, when he'd watched the effect of his words on me.
"How?" I implored.