in the present state of the market.
And as Roger was not particularly conversant with current events in the
world of rare books and manuscripts, he spent most of the trip in
turning over some annotated catalogues of recent sales which Mr.
Chapman had lent him. "This invitation," he said to himself, "confirms
what I have always said, that the artist, in any line of work, will
eventually be recognized above the mere tradesman. Somehow or other
Mr. Oldham has heard that I am not only a seller of old books but a
lover of them. He prefers to have me go over his treasures with him,
rather than one of those who peddle these things like so much tallow."

Aubrey's humour was far removed from that of the happy bookseller. In
the first place, Roger was sitting in the smoker, and as Aubrey feared
to enter the same car for fear of being observed, he had to do without
his pipe. He took the foremost seat in the second coach, and peering
occasionally through the glass doors he could see the bald poll of his
quarry wreathed with exhalements of cheap havana. Secondly, he had
hoped to see Weintraub on the same train, but though he had tarried at
the train-gate until the last moment, the German had not appeared. He
had concluded from Weintraub's words the night before that druggist and
bookseller were bound on a joint errand. Apparently he was mistaken.
He bit his nails, glowered at the flying landscape, and revolved many
grievous fancies in his prickling bosom. Among other discontents was
the knowledge that he did not have enough money with him to pay his
fare back to New York, and he would either have to borrow from someone
in Philadelphia or wire to his office for funds. He had not
anticipated, when setting out upon this series of adventures, that it
would prove so costly.

The train drew into Broad Street station at ten o'clock, and Aubrey
followed the bookseller through the bustling terminus and round the
City Hall plaza. Mifflin seemed to know his way, but Philadelphia was
comparatively strange to the Grey-Matter solicitor. He was quite
surprised at the impressive vista of South Broad Street, and chagrined
to find people jostling him on the crowded pavement as though they did
not know he had just come from New York.

Roger turned in at a huge office building on Broad Street and took an
express elevator. Aubrey did not dare follow him into the car, so he
waited in the lobby. He learned from the starter that there was