He closed the door on the visitor and went inside again to see if any of the others would come out. There ensued an altercation in loud and somewhat unsteady tones, and at last the door opened again and a fast looking young man who admitted himself to be Theodore Brooks slid out and closed it carefully behind him. The air that came with him was thick with tobacco smoke and heavy with liquor, and the one glimpse Michael got of the room showed a strange radiance of some peculiar light that glowed into the dusky hall weirdly. The heavy-eyed youth who stood braced against the wall uncertainly looked into Michael’s face with an impudent laugh. “Well, parson, what’s the grouch? Are you the devil or an angel sent to bring retribution?” He ended with a silly laugh that told the experienced ear of the young lawyer that the young man had been drinking heavily. And this was the man whose name was signed as Rev. Theodore Brooks, D.D., on the tawdry little marriage certificate that Michael held in his hand. His heart sank at the futility of the task before him. “Are you a minister?” asked Michael briefly. “Am I a minister?” drawled young Brooks. “M-my-m-m-mnster! Well now that get’s my goat! Say, boys, he wants t’ kno’ ’f I’m a m-min’ster! Min-ster of what? Min-ster plen-p’ten’sherry?” “Did you ever perform a marriage?” asked Michael sharply to stop the loud guffaw that was re-echoing through the polished corridors of the apartment. “P’form a m’riage, d’ye say? No, but I’m goin’ perform ’t a marriage tonight ’f the dead wakes up in time. Goin’ t’ be bes’ man. Say, boys! Got ’im ’wake yet? Gettin’ late!” Michael in despair took hold of the other’s arm and tried to explain what he wanted to know. Finally he succeeded in bringing the matter into the fellow’s comprehension. “Wedding, oh, yes, I ’member, peach of a girl! Stuyvy awfully fond of her. No harm meant. Good joke! Yes,—I borr’wed Grand’F’ther Brooks’s old gown’n ban’s. Awf’lly good disguise! No harm meant—on’y good joke—girl awf’lly set on getting married. Stuyvy wanted t’ please ’er—awfully good, joke—!” “A ghastly joke, I should say, sir!” said Michael sternly and then the door was flung open by hands from inside, loud angry voices protesting while another hand sought unavailingly to close the door again, but Michael came and planted himself in the open door and stood like an avenging angel come to call to judgment. The scene that was revealed to him was too horrifying for words.