urned about. "Yes, sir," he answered, with
a stem disfavor of the applicant; a disfavor possibly a perquisite of
his office. "What's wanted?"
"I think I have met you," returned the other. "My name is Meredith."
Mr. Barrett probably did not locate the meeting, but the name proved
an open sesame to his geniality, for he melted at once, and saying: "Of
course, of course, Mr. Meredith; did you want a talk with me?" clasped
the young man's hand confidentially in his, and, with an appearance
of assuring him that whatever the atrocity which had occurred in the
Meredith household it should be discreetly handled and hushed up,
indicated a disposition to conduct him toward a more appropriate
apartment for the rehearsal of scandal. The young man accepted the
hand-clasp with some resignation, but rejected the suggestion of
privacy.
"A telegram from Plattville reached me half an hour ago," he said. "I
should have had it sooner, but I have been in the country all day."
The two men who had been talking with the superintendent turned quickly,
and stared at the speaker. He went on: "Mr. Harkless was an old--and--"
He broke off, with a sudden, sharp choking, and for a moment was unable
to control an emotion that seemed, for some reason, as surprising and
unbefitting, in a person of his rubicund presence, as was his gravity.
An astonished tear glittered in the corner of his eye. The grief of
the gayer sorts of stout people appears, sometimes, to dumfound even
themselves. The young man took off his glasses and wiped them slowly.
"--An old and very dear friend of mine." He replaced the glasses
insecurely upon his nose. "I telephoned to your headquarters, and they
said you had come here."
"Yes, sir; yes, sir," the superintendent of police responded,
cheerfully. "These two gentlemen are from Plattville; Mr. Smith just
got in. They mighty near had big trouble down there to-day, but I guess
we'll settle things for 'em up here. Let me make you acquainted with my
friend, Mr. Smith, and my friend, Mr. Homer. Gentlemen, my friend, Mr.
Meredith, one of our well-known citizens."
"You hear it from the police, gentlemen," added Mr. Meredith, perking up
a little. "I know Dr. Gay." He nodded to the surgeon.
"I suppose you have heard some of the circumstances--those that we've
given out," said Barrett.
"I read the account in the evening paper. I had heard of Harkless, of
Carlow, before; but it never occurred to me that it was my friend--I
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