"What do you think?" he said, when he had lighted up.
"The time is past for imaginative forecast," I replied. "It is obvious that Mr. Carville, having been tremendously interested in his own life, is determined to tell us all about it. Before lunch I hardly knew what to think, but now I feel fairly certain that he will bring us safely to the conclusion."
"There never is a conclusion to stories in real life," said he.
"Well, you know what I mean. He'll account for the facts as we see them, anyhow. His wife, his brother, his living here, and so on."
"And Gladys," added Mac.
"Ah! I expect we've heard the last of Gladys. She was evidently an early flame, since gone out." I struck a match.
"I say, old man."
"What?"
"What a tale his brother could tell, eh?"
"Possibly; but perhaps his brother has not the faculty," I said.