"Yes."
Dr. Grennell wiped his heated forehead.
"I am sorry for that," he said, "I wanted especially to see the Judge."
He had a letter in his hand, and he stood looking at it perplexedly.
"To tell the truth, Launcelot," he began slowly, "I have something strange to tell the Judge, and I didn't want him to get away before I saw him. It isn't a thing to write about—and oh, why did I miss that train—"
Launcelot waited while the minister stared wistfully down the shining track.
"Look here, Launcelot," he asked, suddenly, "do you remember that
Spanish coin of Judy's?"
"Well, I should say I did," replied the boy.
"It's the strangest thing—the strangest thing—oh, I'm going to tell you all about it, and see if you can help me out. Is there any place that we can be quite alone? I want to read this letter to you."
"There isn't a soul in the waiting-room," said Lancelot, "we can go in there. You'd better run on without me, Tommy," he called, "the doctor wants me. You can catch up with the girls if you hurry," and Tommy, who had eyed the pair with curiosity, departed crestfallen.