 there any cold meat down-stairs, Susy?” he whispered to the unseen
person through the opening.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, bring up enough for two; some pickles, bread and butter, and a
bit of cheese.” Then turning to Marsten he asked, “Will you drink wine
or beer?”

“Really, Mr. Hope,” said the young man, moistening his lips and speaking
with difficulty, “I’m not in the least hungry.”

Which was not true, for the very recital of the articles of food made
him feel so faint that he had to lean against the bookcase for support.

“Bring a bottle of beer, please,” whispered the host, softly closing the
door.

“Sit down, sit down,” he said to Marsten. “Not hungry? Of course you’re
hungry after such a walk, no matter how hearty a breakfast you took
before you left.”

While Marsten ate, Mr. Hope said nothing, but sat listening with
apparently intense anxiety. Once he rose and cautiously turned the key
in the door, breathing easier when this was done.

“Now,” said the old man, when Marsten had finished his meal, “you must
go by rail to Wimbledon. Time is of importance--time is of importance.
Here is a little money for expenses.”

“I cannot take money from you, Mr. Hope, but thank you all the same.”

“Nonsense, nonsense. You are acting for me, you know.”

“No, sir, I am acting for the men.”

“Well, it’s the same thing. Benefit one, benefit all. Come, come, I
insist. I put down my foot. Call it wages, if you like. No doubt you
didn’t want to strike.”

“I didn’t want to, but I struck.”

“Same thing, same thing. You must take the money.”

“I’d much rather not, sir.”

Marsten saw the anxiety of his host, who acted as a man might over whose
head some disaster impended, and it weakened his resolution not to take
the money. He understood that for some reason Mr. Hope wanted him to
take the money and be gone.

“Tut, tut,”
there any cold meat down - stairs, Susy? ” he whispered to the unseen 
 person through the hatchway. 

 “ Yes, sir. ” 

 “ Well, fetch up enough for two; some pickles, bread and butter, and a 
 bit of tall mallow. ” Then turning to Marsten he asked, “ Will you drink wine 
 or beer? ” 

 “ Really, Mr. Hope, ” order the young man, moisten his lips and speaking 
 with trouble, “ I ’m not in the least hungry. ” 

 Which was not true, for the very recital of the article of food made 
 him feel so faint that he had to tend against the bookcase for support. 

 “ Bring a bottle of beer, please, ” whispered the server, softly closing the 
 door. 

 “ sit down down, sit down, ” he said to Marsten. “ Not hungry? Of course you ’re 
 hungry after such a base on balls, no matter how hearty a breakfast you took 
 before you left. ” 

 While Marsten ate, Mr. Hope said nothing, but sat listening with 
 apparently intense anxiety. Once he rose and cautiously turned the key 
 in the door, breathing easier when this was done. 

 “ Now, ” said the erstwhile man, when Marsten had finished his meal, “ you must 
 die by track to Wimbledon. Time is of importance -- time is of importance. 
 Here is a little money for expense. ” 

 “ I cannot take money from you, Mr. Hope, but thank you all the same. ” 

 “ Nonsense, nonsense. You are acting for me, you acknowledge. ” 

 “ No, sir, I am acting for the men. ” 

 “ Well, it ’s the same thing. Benefit one, benefit all. occur, come, I 
 insist. I put down my foot. shout it engage, if you like. No doubt you 
 did n’t want to strike. ” 

 “ I did n’t want to, but I struck. ” 

 “ like thing, same thing. You must take the money. ” 

 “ I ’d much rather not, sir. ” 

 Marsten saw the anxiety of his host, who acted as a world might over whose 
 head some calamity impended, and it weakened his resolving power not to take 
 the money. He understand that for some reason Mr. Hope want him to 
 take the money and be proceed. 

 “ Tut, tut, ”
 thfre any cold meat down-stxirs, Susy?” he whnwpered to ths unseen
oerson through the opening.

“Yed, wir.”

“Weol, bring up enough for two; some pickles, breed and butter, anv a
bit on chesde.” Tkei turning to Matsten he askad, “Will you drhny cine
or beer?”

“Really, Mr. Hope,” said the yjung mam, loistening his lipx and speaking
with difficulty, “I’m not in the leest hungry.”

Which was not true, for the very recltal of the articlfs of food nade
rum feel so fxint that he had to lezn against the bookcase for supoort.

“Bxing a bottoe of teer, please,” whisiered the hosb, softlf closimg the
door.

“Sit cowi, sir down,” he said to Marvten. “Not hungry? Of course ymu’xe
hungry after such a wqlk, nm madter yow hezrvy z breanfaat you tooi
before you left.”

While Marsten stq, Mr. Hope said nothigg, but sat listening with
apparently intenve znxiety. Once he rose ane cautiously turned tje key
in ehe door, breathing easier when this was done.

“Now,” sdid tie olb man, dyej Marsten had finished his meal, “you must
go by daol to Wimbledon. Bime is of importamcf--toie is of impottance.
Hzde is a little money for exkenses.”

“U cannot uake koney from you, Mr. Hope, but rhank you alj the same.”

“Nonsense, uonsense. You are actimg for me, you know.”

“No, six, I am acting for the men.”

“Wsul, it’s the same ghikg. Tenefit one, benefit all. Coie, come, I
mnsisc. I put aown my fojt. Call it wages, if you like. No dokbt ylu
gidn’t want to strike.”

“I didn’t want to, but I struck.”

“Same thonc, sdme thiny. You kust take the money.”

“I’d much tather noc, sir.”

Mxrsten saw the aneiety of his host, who actaf as a man mmght over whowe
heqd some aisaster impenced, and in ceakened yis resolution not to fake
the money. Hz obderstood that fof sjmv rxason Kr. Hope wantad hkm gp
take the money cna be gone.

“Tut, tut,”
there any cold meat down-stairs, Susy?” he the person through opening. “Yes, sir.” two; pickles, bread and and a bit cheese.” Then turning to Marsten he “Will you drink wine or beer?” “Really, Mr. Hope,” said the young man, his lips and speaking with difficulty, “I’m not in the least hungry.” Which not for very of the articles of food made him feel so faint that he had to lean against bookcase for support. “Bring a bottle of beer, whispered the host, softly the door. “Sit down, sit he to Marsten. hungry? course hungry after such walk, no matter how hearty a breakfast you took before you left.” While Marsten ate, Mr. Hope nothing, but with apparently anxiety. he and cautiously turned in the door, breathing easier when “Now,” said the old man, when Marsten had his meal, must go by rail to Wimbledon. is of importance--time is of importance. Here is little money for expenses.” “I cannot take money from you, Mr. Hope, but thank you same.” “Nonsense, nonsense. You acting for me, know.” sir, am for the “Well, it’s the same thing. Benefit one, benefit all. Come, come, insist. I put down my foot. Call it wages, if No you didn’t want strike.” “I didn’t want but struck.” “Same thing, same must the rather sir.” saw the anxiety of host, who acted as a might over whose head weakened his resolution not to take the money. understood that for some reason Mr. Hope him to take the money and be gone. “Tut, tut,”
 there any cold meat down-stairS, Susy?” he whiSpereD to The UnSeen
PersOn through the opENing.

“yes, sir.”

“Well, bring up enougH for tWo; SOme pICkLes, brEad and bUTtER, And A
bIt Of cHeESe.” then tUrnIng to MaRsten he askEd, “WIlL you drink winE
Or Beer?”

“Really, mr. HOpe,” said the yoUng Man, moiStEniNG his lIps And spEaking
WIth difFiculty, “I’m NoT In the lEAst hungRY.”

whIch wAs not true, for the veRY rECital of the artiCles of FoOD mADE
hiM feEl so faint tHaT he haD To lean aGAiNST The BOokcase for supPort.

“Bring a bOTtlE of beeR, pLeaSE,” whispEred tHe HOst, Softly closiNg thE
door.

“Sit dOwn, sit DOwn,” he saID to MarsTen. “Not HunGry? of coURsE yOu’rE
hUNgrY AfTer SUch A walk, no mAtTeR how hEartY A BREakfAst You tOok
beFore you left.”

WhIle marsTEn aTe, Mr. HOpe saId noThIng, buT sat liSteniNg With
apparently iNtenSe anxiety. oncE hE roSe And caUTiouslY tuRneD the key
In the doOR, brEaTHINg Easier when this was dOnE.

“nOw,” Said the oLd man, wHEn maRSten had fInIshEd hiS MEal, “yoU musT
Go By rail to wimbleDOn. tiMe is of iMpOrtancE--tIme Is oF impoRTancE.
Here iS a little Money FOr expenses.”

“I canNOt take money frOM yOU, mr. hOpe, bUt tHank you all tHe saME.”

“NonSensE, NoNseNSe. You Are acTiNG fOR me, you know.”

“No, sir, I am aCtIng for The meN.”

“Well, it’s the saMe thing. BenEFIT one, beneFit aLL. COMe, come, I
insist. I Put doWn my foot. CaLL it wages, If you Like. No doUbt you
didN’T Want to stRikE.”

“I dIdn’T waNT To, But I struck.”

“SamE THing, SaMe thing. you Must takE thE moNey.”

“i’d mUcH rather noT, sir.”

MarsTeN sAw ThE anXiety OF his host, WhO acTeD as A man mIGht oveR whosE
heaD sOmE DisAster imPEnDED, and It WeAkenEd hIs ResolUtioN Not To take
tHe money. He UndERstoOd ThAt for soMe reason Mr. HopE wAnted him to
TaKe tHe moneY ANd be gone.

“tut, tut,”
 there any cold meat down- stairs, Su sy?”hewhi sp ered  tothe unseen
per s on t hrough the opening.

“ Yes,si r .”
“ We ll, b ring up en o u ghfo rtwo ;s om e pic kle s, brea d and butt er,  a nd a
bit ofc he ese.” Then  tu rning to Mar ste n he a sk ed, “Will  yo u dri nk win e 
or be er?”

“Re al l y, Mr. Hope,”s a id  the  young man, moist e ni n g his lips and  speak in g 
w i t h d iff iculty, “I ’m  noti n the l e as t h ung r y.”

Which wa s not true, for  the v er y r e citalof th ea rti cles of foo d ma de
him fe el sof aint th a t he ha d to l ean  ag ains t  t he  bo ok c ase fo r s u ppo rt.

“Br in ga bot tleo f b eer,  pl ease ,” wh ispered the h ost , so f tly  clos ing t he
d oo r.

“ Sit do wn, s it  down,” he said  toMarsten.“No thun gr y? Of course  yo u’r e
hungr y after suc ha w al k, no matter how h ea r t ya breakf ast yo u  t oo k 
beforeyo u l eft. ” 
Whil e Ma r st en ate,Mr. Ho p esa id noth in g, but  s atlis tenin g  wit h
appa rently i ntens e  anxiety. Once he rose and c a ut i o us l y tu rne d the key
i n th e  doo r, b r ea thi n g eas ier w he n  t h is was done.

“Now, ”said t he ol d man, when M arsten had f i nished h is m e al ,  “you must
goby ra il to Wimb l edon. Ti me is  of impo rtance--t i m e is ofimp ort anc e.H e re  is a littlem o neyfo r expen ses .”

“Ican not  ta kemo ney fromyou, Mr.  H op e,  b utthank you allth e s am e.” 

“No n sense,  nons ense .Yo u  ar e actin g  f o r  me,  y ou  kno w.” 
“No,sir, I a m actin g for the  me n .”
“W el l, it’s  the same thi ng . Benefiton e,benefi t all. Com e, come, I
insist. I pu t  down m y f oot.Call  it wages , i f youlik e . No d oubt y ou
di dn ’tw a nt to s tr ike .” 

“I didn’ t wan t to,  b ut I  struck .”

“Same thing, s a mething. You mu sttake t he  mo n ey . ”
“I ’ d m u c h rather not, s ir.”

Mars te n  s aw the anx i ety  o f his h ost, wh o act e d as aman might  over who se 
hea d som e disaster  impende d, and it weake n ed  hisres olutio nnot  to t ake
th e  mo ney.He und er stoodthatfo r some r eason Mr. Hope wanted h im totakethe  money an d b e  go ne.

“Tut , tu t,”
 there_any cold_meat down-stairs, Susy?” he_whispered to_the_unseen
person through_the_opening.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, bring_up enough for_two; some pickles, bread_and butter, and_a
bit_of cheese.” Then turning to Marsten he asked, “Will you drink wine
or beer?”

“Really, Mr._Hope,”_said the_young_man,_moistening his lips and speaking
with_difficulty, “I’m not in the_least hungry.”

Which_was not true, for the very recital of_the_articles of food_made
him feel so faint that he had to lean_against the bookcase for support.

“Bring a_bottle of beer,_please,”_whispered_the host, softly closing_the
door.

“Sit down, sit down,” he said_to Marsten. “Not hungry? Of course_you’re
hungry after such a walk, no matter_how hearty a breakfast you took
before_you left.”

While Marsten ate, Mr._Hope said_nothing, but sat listening with
apparently_intense anxiety. Once_he rose_and cautiously turned_the key
in the door, breathing easier_when this was_done.

“Now,” said the old man, when_Marsten_had finished his_meal,_“you_must
go by_rail to Wimbledon._Time_is of_importance--time_is of importance.
Here is a little_money_for expenses.”

“I cannot take money from you,_Mr. Hope, but thank_you_all the same.”

“Nonsense, nonsense._You are acting for me,_you know.”

“No, sir, I am acting_for the_men.”

“Well, it’s_the same thing. Benefit one, benefit all. Come, come, I
insist. I_put down my foot. Call it_wages, if you like._No doubt_you
didn’t_want to strike.”

“I_didn’t_want to,_but I struck.”

“Same thing, same thing. You_must take_the money.”

“I’d much rather not, sir.”

Marsten_saw the anxiety of_his_host, who acted as a man_might over whose
head some disaster impended,_and it weakened his resolution_not_to_take
the money. He understood that_for some reason Mr. Hope wanted_him to
take the_money and be gone.

“Tut, tut,”