"I am glad to meet you," said Orme. Alcatrante smiled, displaying a prominent row of uneven teeth. "My young friend, Poritol," he began, "tells me that you have in your possession the record of a secret belonging to him. What that secret is, is immaterial to you and me, I take it. He is an honorable young man--excitable, perhaps, but well-meaning. I would suggest that you give him the five-dollar bill he desires, accepting from him another in exchange. Or, if you still doubt him, permit me to offer you a bill from my own pocket." He drew out a fat wallet. The situation appeared to be simplified. And yet Orme was dubious. There was mischief in the bill; so much he felt sure of. Alcatrante's reputation was that of a fox, and as for Poritol, he was, to say the least, a person of uncertain qualities. Orme could not but admire the subtle manner in which Alcatrante sought delicately to limit his doubts to the mere possibility that Poritol was trying to pass spurious money. He decided not to settle the question at this moment. "This seems to be rather a mixed-up affair, Senhor Alcatrante," he said. "There is much more in it than appears. Call on me to-morrow morning, and you shall have my decision." Alcatrante and Poritol looked at each other. The minister spoke: "Will you engage not to give the bill to anyone else in the interval?" "I will promise that," said Orme. "It is only fair. Yes, I will keep the bill until to-morrow morning." "One other suggestion," continued Alcatrante. "You may not be willing to give up the bill, but is there any reason why you should refuse to let Senhor Poritol copy the writing that is on it?" "Only my determination to think the whole matter over before I do anything at all," Orme replied. "But the bill came into your hands by chance," insisted the minister. "The information means nothing to you, though obviously it means a great deal to my young friend, here. May I ask what right you have to deny this request?" "What right?" Orme's eyes narrowed. "My right is that I have the bill and the information, and I intend to understand the situation better before I give the information to anyone else." "But you recognized Senhor Poritol's handwriting on the bill," exclaimed the minister. "On the face of it, yes. He did not write the abbreviations on the back." "Abbreviations!" exclaimed Poritol. "Please let the matter rest till morning," said Orme stubbornly. "I have told you just what I would do." Poritol opened his mouth, to speak, but Alcatrante silenced him with a frown. "Your word is sufficient, Mr. Orme," he said. "We will call to-morrow morning. Is ten o'clock too early?" "Not at all," said Orme. "Doubtless I shall be able to satisfy you. I merely wish to think it over." With a formal bow, Alcatrante turned to the door and departed, Poritol following.