Mr. Magg nodded.
"A very unimportant affair," he answered. "Just a record of your movements, and to keep you shadowed until the French steamer is in next week. Unfortunately they forgot one of my unvarying rules—never to accept a commission against a quondam client."
"You are a great man, Magg!" my companion exclaimed.
"I guess not," the other answered simply. "What do you want with me?"
"Look at my friend," Guest said.
Mr. Magg looked at me, and though his inspection was brief enough, I felt that, for the rest of my life, I was a person known to Mr. Magg.
"Well?"
"He is going to Europe with me this afternoon—and he is also going West, a long way west, to shoot anything he can find on four legs."
Mr. Magg nodded.
"He has to be duplicated then!" he remarked.