Heberdon lived in a tiny but rather luxurious flat immediately across the park from the club. The same building, now altered into bachelor apartments, had been the city residence of his family for a generation, and from it Heberdon derived the modest income that barely sufficed his needs. He himself had scraped together every cent of his little patrimony to make the necessary alterations to put the house on an income-producing basis. Indeed, up to this time every act of Heberdon’s life had been marked by prudence and caution—too much caution, perhaps.
His law practice was largely one of courtesy. It about paid the rent of the smallest office in a good building and the wages of an office boy, who was necessary to keep the establishment open, for Heberdon never allowed his “practice” to int
