mbroso perhaps might have judged
rather too closely set. As a matter of fact, Harris had suffered a
flagrant injustice in his own life from a suspicion of wrong-doing which
he had not merited by any act. This had caused him a loss of prestige in
his profession. He presently adopted the wily suggestion of the adage,
that it is well to have the game if you have the name, and he resolutely
set himself to the task of making as much money as possible by any means
convenient. Mary Turner as a client delighted his heart, both because of
the novelty of her ideas and for the munificence of the fees which she
ungrudgingly paid with never a protest. So, as he beamed on her now, and
spoke a compliment, it was rather the lawyer than the man that was moved
to admiration.

"Why, Miss Turner, how charming!" he declared, smiling. "Really, my dear
young lady, you look positively bridal."

"Oh, do you think so?" Mary rejoined, with a whimsical pout, as she
seated herself. For the moment her air became distrait, but she quickly
regained her poise, as the lawyer, who had dropped back into his
chair behind the desk, went on speaking. His tone now was crisply
business-like.

"I sent your cousin, Miss Agnes Lynch, the release which she is to
sign," he explained, "when she gets that money from General Hastings.
I wish you'd look it over, when you have time to spare. It's all right,
I'm sure, but I confess that I appreciate your opinion of things,
Miss Turner, even of legal documents--yes, indeed, I do!--perhaps
particularly of legal documents."

"Thank you," Mary said, evidently a little gratified by the frank praise
of the learned gentleman for her abilities. "And have you heard from
them yet?" she inquired.

"No," the lawyer replied. "I gave them until to-morrow. If I don't
hear then, I shall start suit at once." Then the lawyer's manner became
unusually bland and self-satisfied as he opened a drawer of the desk
and brought forth a rather formidable-appearing document, bearing a
most impressive seal. "You will be glad to know," he went on unctuously,
"that I was entirely successful in carrying out that idea of yours as to
the injunction. My dear Miss Turner," he went on with florid compliment,
"Portia was a squawking baby, compared with you."

"Thank you again," Mary answered, as she took the legal paper which he
held outstretched toward her. Her scarlet lips were curved happily, and
the clear oval of her cheeks blossomed to a deeper r