He reached Dunning's shop and paused uncertainly, without suspicioning three pairs of eyes that peered from a small window in the hotel. Dunning, inside the shop, was seemingly oblivious to the man on the sidewalk but looked up with a professional smile when Walton entered the door. "Well, Walton," Dunning's attitude was almost affectionate, "What can I do for you? Shave? Hair trimmed a leetle bit? I don't wonder you kept away from me all this time, and I'm just artist enough to say if you want me to cut off your beard or hair, I won't do it for you or nobody else. But a leetle bit of trimming would improve it lots." "I--Do you ever dye hair or whiskers, Dunning?" "Sure;" was the answer. "I guarantee my work and mix my own dyes, and you'd be surprised if I told you the names of people I've fixed up. But, my work is confidential. My customers trust me and I never betray them." "Well, do you think you could fix mine?" asked Walton with an uneasy smile. "Bet your boots! Nothing would please me better. Now, I suppose you'd want it dark, wouldn't you?" "Black. That's what it used to be," Walton replied. "But how long will it take?" The barber cocked his head sideways, squinted an eye critically, then walked solemnly around Walton several times, and finally slipped his fingers through the beard and hair. "It's a fine growth," he announced. "I can finish it in an hour." "How much will it cost?" Walton paused in front of the chair which Dunning was adjusting for him. "Well, I usually charge fifteen dollars for such a job, but I'm willing to do it for five, if you promise not to let any one else know I cut the price to you." "I won't give over three," asserted Walton firmly, moving to the door. Dunning, fearing flight and the attendant loss of the thirty dollars, followed Walton humbly. "Now, see here, Walton, why can't we split the difference? If I come down a dollar, you can sure raise one. I'll do a first-class job for four dollars. My regular price is fifteen. Why, man! It will make you look twenty years younger!" Impervious to flattery, Walton kept edging nearer the door. "Three and a half," compromised Dunning desperately. "Three dollars;" declared Walton, reaching for the knob, but watching Dunning sharply. "All right," consented the barber. "Three dollars. But don't you fool yourself into believing you are going to get an everyday, ordinary dye. It's my own invention. Guaranteed permanent or money cheerfully refunded. Results astonish everybody." "Sure you will get it done by train time?" asked Walton anxiously, as Dunning led him to the chair and deftly pinned a sheet about his neck. Dunning glanced at the clock, "Just time to do it fine," he assured Walton, who stretched out luxuriously, determined to get his three dollars' worth as far as possible. Dunning was engaged in mixing various liquids. "Going on a trip?" he asked, standing with his back to Walton while he stirred vigorously.