OF OPINION

At an early hour the next morning, Sweetwater stood before the coroner's
desk, urging a plea he feared to hear refused. He wished to be present
at the interview soon to be held with Mr. Brotherson, and he had no good
reason to advance why such a privilege should be allotted him.

"It's not curiosity," said he. "There's a question I hope to see
settled. I can't communicate it--you would laugh at me; but it's an
important one, a very important one, and I beg that you will let me sit
in one of the corners and hear what he says. I won't bother and I'll
be very still, so still that he'll hardly notice me. Do grant me this
favour, sir."

The coroner, who had had some little experience with this man, surveyed
him with a smile less forbidding than the poor fellow expected.

"You seem to lay great store by it," said he; "if you want to sort those
papers over there, you may."

"Thank you. I don't understand the job, but I promise you not to
increase the confusion. If I do; if I rattle the leaves too loudly, it
will mean, 'Press him further on this exact point,' but I doubt if I
rattle them, sir. No such luck."

The last three words were uttered sotto voce, but the coroner heard him,
and followed his ungainly figure with a glance of some curiosity, as he
settled himself at the desk on the other side of the room.

"Is the man--" he began, but at this moment the man entered, and Dr.
Heath forgot the young detective, in his interest in the new arrival.

Neither dressed with the elegance known to the habitues of the Clermont,
nor yet in the workman's outfit in which he had thought best to appear
before the Associated Brotherhood, the newcomer advanced, with an aspect
of open respect which could not fail to make a favourable impression
upon the critical eye of the official awaiting him. So favourable,
indeed, was this impression that that gentleman half rose, infusing a
little more consideration into his greeting than he was accustomed to
show to his prospective witnesses. Such a fearless eye he had seldom
encountered, nor was it often his pleasure to confront so conspicuous a
specimen of physical and intellectual manhood.

"Mr. Brotherson, I believe," said he, as he motioned his visitor to sit.

"That is my name, sir."

"Orlando Brotherson?"

"The same, sir."

"I'm glad we have made no mistake," smiled the doctor. "Mr. Brotherson,
I have sent for you under the supposition that you were a friend of the
un