"Married?" he shot the next routine question.
"Yes."
"Anything against you on the police records? Accidents? Overspeeding?"
"Nothing."
"I can see you don't drink. You know Jersey?"
"Not so well as New York, but well enough to pick up the rest as I go along."
"Well, it's irregular, but we're short-handed. Give me your license number so I can verify that. Bring your reference to-morrow, and if it is all right—— I'll take you on to-day, on trial. Wait; I'll give you your card."
The inquisition was safely past. Adriance smiled to himself as he watched the superintendent fill out the card that grudgingly permitted him to earn his first wage. He was intoxicated, almost bewildered by his own lightheartedness. His body was still tired and beaten after the miserable conflict from which his mind had resiliently leaped erect to stand rejoicing in the sunlight. To-day he could have overcome a hundred ill chances, where one had yoked him yesterday.
"Name?" came the crisp demand from the man writing.
"Anthony Adriance."