“All the more necessary why we should settle the question at once. If it is smallpox the child would be quarantined with you—that would be unfortunate. You don’t appear to have a rash, however.”
“It hasn’t got up to my face yet,” explained 181 Harvey, feebly. “You ought to see my body. It’s––”
“I’ve had it,” announced the young man, glibly; “so I’m immune.” He winked.
“What do you want?” demanded Harvey, bracing himself for the worst. “Out with it. Let’s see your star.”
“Oh, I’m not a cop. I’m a lawyer.”
The other swallowed noisily.
“A lawyer?”
“We represent Miss Duluth. I’ll get down to tacks right away, if you’ll permit me to sit down.” He took a chair.
“Tacks?” queried Harvey, a retrospective grin appearing on his lips. “Gee! I wish I’d thought to put a couple––But, excuse me, I can’t talk without my lawyer being present.”
The visitor stared. “You—do you mean to say you have retained counsel?”