"Ah," he observed, turning upon Bart and critically adjusting a single eyeglass, "is this the express agent?"
"That's me," assented Bart bluntly.
"I represent Monroe, Purcell & Abernethy, Attorneys," grandly announced Stuart. "We are employed by Mrs. Harrington to prosecute an inquiry as to a missing trunk."
Darry looked very serious, Bart smiled serenely in the face of his imperturbable visitor.
"What is there to prosecute, Mr. Stuart?" he inquired.
"We have come to demand certified copies of all entries and receipts of this office covering the trunk in question," announced the young sprig of the law.
"Well?" interrogated Bart.
"Your employee—assistant? here, declined to act without your authority."
"Quite right. I give it, though. Darry, make out transcripts of the records. That is all clear and regular."
Bart turned on his heel, ran his eye over the office books, and bored young Mr. Stuart terribly by paying no further attention to him.