“You remember Mr. Butler, deary,” panted Harvey, waving his hand. Nellie gasped in the affirmative.
At that instant Fairfax’s big frame appeared 65 in the door. He was grinning amiably. She glared at him helplessly for a moment.
“Won’t you introduce me to your husband?” he said, suavely.
Nellie found her tongue and the little man shook hands with the big one.
“Glad to meet you,” said Harvey.
“I am glad to see you,” said Fairfax, warmly.
“My friend Butler,” introduced Harvey.
Mr. Butler was standing very stiff and pallid, with one knee propped against a chair. There was a glaze over his eyes. Fairfax grinned broadly.
“Oh, Butler and I are old acquaintances,” said he. “Wife out of town, Butler?”
“Sure,” said Harvey, before Butler could reply. “And we’re in town to see the sights. Eh, Butler?”