XXII.
CRAIK MANSELL.
Bring me unto my trial when you will.—Henry VI.
"HE is here."
Mr. Ferris threw aside his cigar, and looked up at Mr. Byrd, who was standing before him.
"You had no difficulty, then?"
"No, sir. He acted like a man in hourly expectation of some such summons. At the very first intimation of your desire to see him in Sibley, he rose from his desk, with what I thought was a meaning look at Mr. Goodman, and after a few preparations for departure, signified he was ready to take the next train."
"And did he ask no questions?"