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I want to see Mr Powell, please,' I said, very civil but fir scare h It was after 3 o'clock and the business see-necked felloent on with his writing steadily I

observed that he was no longer grinning The three others tossed their

heads all together towards the far end of the roo on at their antics froh stool I walked up to him as

boldly as if he had been the devil hi on the cross-bar of his seat he never stopped swinging the other

which ell clear of the stone floor He had unbuttoned the top of

his waistcoat and he wore his tall hat very far at the back of his head

He had a full unwrinkled face and such clear-shining eyes that his grey

beard looked quite false on hiuise You said just

now he resembled Socrates--didn't you? I don't know about that This

Socrates was a wise man, I believe?"

"He was," assented Marlow "And a true friend of youth He lectured

the ive me Powell every time," declared our new acquaintance sturdily

"He didn't lecture me in any way Not he He said: 'How do you do?'