"As a real-estate man, I take it," Hastings commented, slowly shaving off thin slivers of chips from his piece of pine, "he's a brilliant young lawyer. That's it?"
"Yes, sir," Hendricks agreed, the slope of his lips accentuated.
"Keep after that, tomorrow.—What about Mrs. Brace?"
"Destitute, practically; in debt; threatened with eviction; no resources."
"So money, lack of it, is bothering her as well as Webster!—How much is she in debt?"
"Enough to be denied all credit by the stores; between five and seven hundred, I should say. That's about the top mark for that class of trade."
"All right, Hendricks; thanks," the old man commended warmly. "That's great work, for Sunday.—Now, Russell's room?"
"Yes, sir; I went over it."
"Find any steel on the floor?"
Hendricks took from his pocket a little paper parcel about the size of a man's thumb.