"A great story, isn't it, Mr. Philip?" Probasco demanded, as his wife rose to set supper on, but stood looking out of the window sadly.
"Yes—yes—a pretty bad one," assented Touchtone.
He was about to add in as cool and indifferent a tone as he could command, "I wish you could just describe this Mr. Jennison a little more closely for me. Is he light or dark?" He cut short the question unuttered. Gerald was present. But, lo and behold! Mrs. Loreta nearly spoiled his generous precaution. She turned from the window abruptly.
"I've got a photograph of Mr. Jennison. Would you care to see it?"
"A photograph!" replied Gerald, "yes; ever so much! I'd be glad to see what such a bad man looks like."
"Like a very good-looking man," returned Mrs. Probasco from behind the supper-table. "I'll get it just as soon as I pour this milk out."
The light shone on Philip's face. Gerald was looking at the cat rubbing herself against Towzer. Philip quickly shook his head at Mrs. Probasco and laid his finger on his lips. She
