physically fit, and possessed of an intellectual keenness which had forced recognition from two hemispheres. His office was part of an old city residence, and his chambers adjoined his workroom, so that now, noting that his table clock registered the hour of six, he pressed a bell which summoned Innes, his confidential secretary.
"Well, Innes," said Harley, looking around, "another uneventful day."
"Very uneventful, Mr. Harley. About a month of this and you will have to resume practice at the bar."
Paul Harley laughed.
"Not a bit likely, Innes," he replied. "No more briefs for me. I shall retire to Norfolk and devote my declining years to fishing."
"I don't know that fishing would entirely satisfy me," said Innes.
"It would more than satisfy me" returned Harley. "But every man to his own ambition. Well, there is no occasion to wait; you might as well get along. But what's that you've got in your hand?"
"Well," replied Innes, laying a card upon the table, "I was just coming in with it when you rang."
Paul Harley glanced at the card.
"Sir Charles Abingdon," he read aloud, staring reflectively at his secretary. "That is the osteologist?"
"Yes," answered Innes, "but I fancy he has retired from practice."
