"That's all between us—that little matter," said Margrave, as they were helped into their coats by the sleepy colored boy. Wheaton wanted to say this himself, but Margrave saved him the trouble.
"Certainly, Mr. Margrave."
CHAPTER XXIII WILLIAM PORTER RETURNS FROM A JOURNEY
Porter went into Fenton's private office and shut and locked the door after him. He always did this, and Fenton, who humored his best client's whims perforce, pushed back the law book which he was reading and straightened the pens on his blotter.
"I didn't expect you back so soon," he said. Porter looked tired and there were dark rings under his eyes.
"Short horse soon curried," he remarked, pulling a packet from his overcoat.
There was something boyish in Porter's mysterious methods, which always amused Fenton when they did not alarm and exasperate him.
Porter sat down at a long table and the lawyer drew up a chair opposite him.