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 coat; he wore a plain, dark jacket and felt hat. I could not plainly see his face; the light from the lamps on the Drive gave me only glints on his cheekbone and nose and chin and in his eyes turned to mine, but enough to make me know Jerry.

Then I remembered I'd known the man in the warehouse basement for Jerry when he was speaking to me.

"Hello," I said.

"Steve, he called on you to-day!"

"Who?"

"Keeban!"

I stopped and thought a minute; and I was shaking. "Oh," I asked him, "where was that?"

"You know," he came back. "I don't; but didn't he see you?"

"Yes," I said; and went right on. "What was over our old beds when we slept together in the north room?"

"You didn't ask him that?" this fellow said.

"No; but I'm asking you."

"Oh, a picture of the Constitution fighting the Guerrière, Steve, you old fool!"

"Anything peculiar about it?"

"I'd cracked the glass across the lower right