“Possibly. Did you ever kill a subpoena-server?”
“Not yet.”
“Care to try?”
“What does the thing look like?”
“Cast your eyes toward the Avenue and you’ll see one.”
“Hm! Not much to look at, is he?”
“A worse-looking one comes on at ten and stays all night.”
“I see,” said the visitor. “It’s a blockade.”
“Hard and fast.”
Among Mr. Harmon’s many endearing virtues is this: he never asks questions about other people’s troubles. He now busied himself in thought.