Paulson was about to interrupt, but Connorton motioned to him to be silent. Connorton was in the habit of handling his own business matters, and he wanted his lawyer to speak only when a legal proposition was put directly up to him. It may be admitted that he was sorely perplexed now; but he found nothing in the inventor's face but a bland smile, and he did not think Paulson could help him to interpret that. "Hartley," he said at last, "I'll get you out of here and add five thousand to what you've already had the moment that patent is properly transferred to me." "Connorton," returned the inventor, "I believe I'm crazy. When I think of the events of the last few days--of your more than brotherly interest in me, which I have pleasurably exploited during our delightful association--I believe I am crazy enough to say, come again!" Connorton drew a long breath and conceded another point. "Hartley," he proposed, "you may keep the money I have already given you--" "Thank you," said Hartley; "I shall." "--and you may also have a quarter interest in the patent," concluded Connorton. "It's all mine now," suggested Hartley. "If so," argued Connorton, who well knew that much of the money had been spent, "you owe me twenty-five thousand dollars." "If so," returned Hartley, the impractical man, "I infer from your anxiety and extraordinary generosity that I can sell it for enough to pay you and make a little margin for myself. Besides, you can't collect from a crazy man, Connorton; and I'm getting crazier every minute. Business always goes to my head, Connorton. You must have noticed that up in the woods. I'm really becoming alarmed about myself. But perhaps, you'd rather do business with a conservator, Connorton." "A half interest," urged Connorton, desperately, as he mentally reviewed the weakness of his own position in view of the unsuspected perspicacity of the inventor. "Consider that I have paid you twenty-five thousand dollars for a half interest, and the other half is yours. I'll defray whatever expense is incurred in marketing the invention, too." Hartley reflected, seeming in doubt. "Connorton," he said at last, "I think I am still getting the worst of it somewhere, but an impractical fellow like me deserves to get the worst of it. Go ahead! Have that agreement put in legal form, and then you may get me out while there is yet time to save my reason." * * * * * Connorton had finished his appeal for the release of Hartley. "Of course," he was told, "if you and Mr. Paulson will assume the responsibility and will immediately take him away, we shall be glad to let you have him; but he is undoubtedly demented." "Demented!" snorted Connorton. "Say! you try to do business with him, and you'll think he's the sanest man that ever lived!" JENKIN LLOYD JONES.