"So you hunt me up to do a little private sleuthin' first, eh?" says I. "It is only natural," says he. "I don't know this Mr.--er--Judson, or what he wants of me." "No more do I," says I. "And the notice I got didn't mention you at all; so you have that much edge on me." "And you are going?" says he. "I'll take a chance, sure," says I. "Maybe I'll button my pockets a little tighter, and tuck my watchfob out of sight; but no lawyer can throw a scare into me just by askin' me to call. Besides, it says 'mutual interest and advantage,' don't it?" "H-m-m-m!" says Mr. Steele, after gazin' at the note thoughtful. "So it does. But lawyers have a way of----" Here he breaks off sudden and asks, "You say you never heard of this Mr. Judson before?" "That's where you fool yourself," says I. "I said I didn't know him; but if it'll relieve your mind any, I've heard him mentioned. He used to handle Pyramid Gordon's private affairs." "Ah! Gordon!" says Steele, his shifty eyes narrowin'. "Yes, yes! Died abroad a month or so ago, didn't he?" "In Rome," says I. "The rheumatism got to his heart. He could see it comin' to him before he left. Poor old Pyramid!" "Indeed?" says Steele. "And was Gordon--er--a friend of yours, may I ask?" "One of my best," says I. "Know him, did you?" Mr. Steele darts a quick glance at me. "Rather!" says he. "Then there can't be so much myst'ry about this note, then," says I. "Maybe he's willed us a trinket or so. Friend of yours too, I expect?" J. Bayard almost grins at that. "I have no good reason to doubt," says he, "that Pyramid Gordon hated me quite as thoroughly and actively as I disliked him." "He was good at that too," says I. "Had a little run-in with him, did you?" "One that lasted something like twenty years," says Steele. "Oh!" says I. "Fluffs or finance?" [Illustration: "I wouldn't have anything happen to you for the world," says I.] "Purely a business matter," says he. "It began in Chicago, back in the good old days when trade was unhampered by fool administrations. At the time, if I may mention the fact, I had some little prominence as a pool organizer. We were trying to corner July wheat,--getting along very nicely too,--when your friend Gordon got in our way. He had managed to secure control of a dinky grain-carrying railroad and a few elevators. On the strength of that he demanded that we let him in. So we were forced to take measures to--er--eliminate him." "And Pyramid wouldn't be eliminated, eh?" says I.