"Might try a bite--if you feel that way about it," replied the Judge. He put his hands in his pockets, tried them under his long coat tails, buttoned the coat and thrust one hand between the buttons, put one hand in a trousers' pocket, letting the other fall at his side, put both hands behind him, and posed for a few minutes exchanging more or less fervent glances with the girl. A step sounded in the hallway. The man and woman obviously listened. It was a heavy tread; it was coming to the office door. The man and woman slipped into Judge Van Dorn's private office. When the outer door opened, and it was apparent that some one was in the outer office, Miss Mauling appeared, note book in hand, quite brisk and businesslike with a question in her good afternoon. "Where's Van Dorn?" The visitor was tall, rawboned, and of that physical cast known as lanky. His face was flinty, and his red hair was untrimmed at the neck and ears. "The Judge is engaged just now," smiled Miss Mauling. "Will you wait?" She was careful not to ask him to sit. Grant Adams looked at the girl with a fretful stare. He did not take off his hat, and he shook his head toward Van Dorn's office door as he said brusquely, "Tell him to come out. It's important." The square shoulders of the tall man gave a lunge or hunch toward the door. "I tell you it's important." Miss Mauling smiled. "But he can't come out just now. He's busy. Any message I can give him?" The man was excited, and his voice and manner showed his temper. "Now, look here--I have no message; tell Van Dorn I want him quick." "What name, please?" responded Miss Mauling, who knew that the visitor knew she was playing. "Grant Adams--tell him it's his business and not mine--except--" But the girl had gone. It was several minutes before Tom Van Dorn moved gracefully and elegantly into the room. "Ah," he began. Grant glared at him. "I've just driven down from Nesbit's with Kenyon, and Mrs. Nesbit says to tell you Laura's there--came over this morning, and you're to come just as quick as you can. They tried to get you on the 'phone, but you weren't here. Do you understand? You're to come quick, and I've left my horse out here for you. Kenyon and I'll catch a car home." The pose with one hand in his trousers pocket and the other hanging loosely suited the Judge-elect as he answered: "Is that all?" Then he added, as his eyes went over the blue overalls: "I presume Mrs. Nesbit advised you as to the reason for--for, well--for haste?" Grant saw Van Dorn's eyes wander to the girl's for approval. "I shall not need your horse, Adams," Van Dorn went on without waiting for a reply to his question. Then again turning his eyes to the girl, he asked: "Adams, anything I can do to repay your kindness?" "No--" growled Adams, turning to go. "Say, Adams," called Van Dorn, rubbing his hands and still smiling at the girl, "you wouldn't take a cigar in--in anticipation of the happy--"