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Rh Jim Harris stopped and watched them go.

"All through?" he asked Henry Wales.

"Through—er—you see, Jim—"

Briefly and nervously the landlord told his guest the story, and Harris' face darkened. He made no threats then, for he knew that like mercy, corruption touches him who gives and him who receives. He stood still, gazing blankly at the office of the Blueberry Banner.

Hump Bryant was at the telephone, tongue roving his lip, eyes smiling happily as he listened to the glad response of Helen Foraker.

"How'd it happen?" he asked. "Lord knows—I guess He had a hand in it, my dear—