"You have come!" Boswell gasped, with every sacred thing at stake.

"I--have come."

"For--what--Max?"

"To--to thank you, if I can. To--to tell you
my story."

* * * * *

In the outer room Toky artistically held the dinner back. The honourable
master and his strange but equally honourable friend must not be
disturbed. Something was happening; but after a time Boswell laughed as
Toky had never heard him laugh; so it was well, and the dinner could bide
its time.

Then Priscilla came, wet and white-faced, but with the "shine-look" in
her eyes that Toky, despite his prejudices and profession, had noted and
respected.

"We will have the dinner now, Mees?" as if Toky ever considered her to
that extent!

"I will--see Mr. Boswell."

"He has--honourable friend."

"My friend, Toky. The honourable friend is mine, also! And, oh! the