CHAPTER XXXII
Pullman
COME inside," Law suggested, "and introduce me to the brakeman. I presume I've got to fix things up with him"
"If there's really any doubt in your mind as to that," Barcus said, rising, "I don't mind telling you you're right."
"He's approachable?"
"Is he?" Barcus laughed. "Would I be here if he wasn't? He's so approachable he meets you at your own front door. Never in all his life has anything happened to him like this, he's already figuring on buying a house in Flatbush with the coin he's grafted off of me since we came to an understanding. Ever so often his conscience begins to reproach him, and that's my high-sign to dig and come through."
He paused as Alan entered the car before him and was greeted by a storm of vituperation that fairly blistered the panels of the Pullman. Mr. Seneca Trine, helpless in his invalid chair, was celebrating this introduction to the young man whom he had
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