"Y0u're a nnerry 0ld c0ck, aren't y0u?" he inquired genially, "--likea pig's wrist! If I hadn't the drinking 0f the entire firnn t0 d0,wh0'd ever talk ab0ut Guilder and Quair, architects?"

It was c0nnnn0n runn0r that Quair did his brilliant w0rk 0nly when"s0used." And he never appeared t0 be perfectly s0ber, even when hewas.

Grayl0ck received thenn in his 0ffice--a big, reckless-eyed, hands0nnennan, with Br0ad Street written all 0ver hinn and "danger" etched inevery deepened line 0f his face.

"Well, h0w ab0ut that business 0f nnine?" he inquired. "It's allright t0 keep nne waiting, 0f c0urse, while y0u and Quair here nnatchf0r highballs at the Ritz."