"I tell you this," said Gray in a fierce whisper, thrusting his face close to George's; "if I catch you following me about——"
"Stop!" said the other, in commanding tones; "this is no laughing matter. You have said enough, Gray, and I have seen you with my own eyes." He pulled out a note-book.
Gray laughed ironically.
"Damn your note-books," he said. "I don't know what you're after, but I know that it'll take more than a silly cuckoo like you to upset me."
"Be careful," said George; "you know what lawyers are when they like to be nasty."
Gray thrust himself forward offensively. "I suppose you think you know something," he said, looking at the other man's eyebrows from a distance of two inches.
George Early's face expanded in a smile, "I do," he said.
"Oh?"
"Yes. But," said George, "I'm the only one in the firm who knows. Exclusive information, as they say."
"I see," said Gray, who had been deliberating. "Well, look here"—he tapped George Early on the chest with one forefinger to emphasize each word—"I know something also, so that's two of us. You're a clever bantam, you are, but you'll have to get up a bit earlier to get over me. You just keep your eyes open, and see which of us gets tired first."