The Forgotten Man shook his head. "I don't drink, thank you."
"It'd do you good. You're dead beat. You've been travelling hard—eh?"
"I've come a long way, and travelled all night."
"Going on?"
"I am going back to-morrow."
"On business?"
Charley nodded—he glanced involuntarily at the sign across the street.
Jean Jolicoeur saw the look. "Lawyer's business, p'r'aps?"
"A lawyer's business—yes."
"Ah, if Charley Steele was here!"