"Howdy, Alderson," spoke back the iron-grey one. "Glad to look you. Now we
shall have a few whist."
"Good! Judge, do you already know the quite woman over yonder, in that chair?"
The choose positioned up an eyeglass. "Yes," he stated.
"Tell my younger buddy right here who she is, will you?"
"No."
"Why now no longer?"
A cavernous giggle issued from among the attorney's inflexible whiskers.
"Because I like his appears."
"Well, I like hers, sir," stated the Tyro naïvely.
"Very likely, younger guy. Very likely. So I'm assisting to hold you out of
trouble. That toddler is quite sufficient to present even an vintage, dried-up coronary heart
like mine the faint echo of a stir. Think of the devastation to a younger
one like yours. Steer clean, younger guy! Steer clean!"
And the iron-
