'It would seem not,' Athelstan replied. 'Did you ever see another old man up here--we saw him coming out just now--one Checkley, a lawyer's clerk?' 'No; not up here. There is an elderly person--a Party--of the name, who uses the parlour of the _Salutation_, where I myself sometimes--one must relax--Porson loved a tavern; so did Johnson--I myself, I say, sometimes forget that I used to belong to the Combination room, and sit with Checkley and his companions. But I do not think he is a friend of Mr. Gray. As well call the Verger the friend of the Bishop. Mr. Gray is a gentleman and a scholar; he is a man of generous instincts and culture. He _could_ not be a friend of the man Checkley.' 'Yet we saw Checkley coming out of this very staircase.' * * * * * They talked of other things. They talked till midnight; when they came away the Scholar was at his best: one more glass--which he took after they left--would have turned the best into the worst. 'We are as far off as before,' said George. 'No--we are so much the nearer that we know who Edmund Gray is not. He is not Checkley. He has no clerks. He has no visitors. He comes seldom. George, this looks to me suspicious. We met Checkley stealing out of the door. Why does Edmund Gray keep these Chambers? No business done there: no letters brought there: no callers: the man does not live there. The Socialism may be--must be--a blind. Why does the man keep on these Chambers?' * * * * * Meantime at the _Salutation_ the usual company was assembled. 'I fear,' said the barrister, 'that we shall not have our friend the Scholar here this evening. As I came down the stairs I saw him through his door receiving two gentlemen--young gentlemen. He will display his wonted hospitality upon them this evening instead.' He sighed, and called for the glass of old and mild mixed, which was all he could afford. Had the Scholar been with them, certainly there would have been a nobler and a costlier glass. He took up the morning paper and began to read it.