"I believe the Flowerpot is expecting me," yawned the young man.
"Do you keep plants there, Mr. EDWIN?"
"The whole thing is a regular plant, Mr. DIBBLE."
"But you spoke about a flowerpot."
EDWIN stretched his feet further toward the fire, and explained that he meant Miss POTTS. "Did she say anything to you about the PENDRAGONS, when you saw her?" he inquired.
"What are pendragons?" asked the lawyer, wonderingly.
"One of them is a schoolmate of hers. A girl with some style about her."
"No," said Mr. DIBBLE, "she did not.—But here comes BLADAMS."
(To be Continued.)