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“Am I addressing Mr. Robert Austin?” called Crosby, suddenly amiable. The dog subsided and ran to his master’s side. Austin, a black- moustached, sallow-faced man of forty, stopped near the door and looked aloft, squinting.

“Where are you?” he asked somewhat sharply.

“I am very much up in the air,” replied Crosby. “Look a little sou’ by sou’east. Ah, now you have me. Can you manage the dog? If so, I’ll come down.”

“One moment, please. Who are you?”

“My name is Crosby, of Rolfe & Crosby, Chicago. I am here to see Mrs. Delancy, your sister-in-law, on business before she leaves for New York.”

“What is your business with her, may I ask?”

“Private,” said Crosby laconically. “Hold the dog.”

“I insist in knowing the nature of your business,” said Austin firmly.

“I’d rather come down there and talk, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t but the dog may,” said the other grimly.

“Well, this is a nice way to treat a gentleman,” cried Crosby wrathfully.

“A gentleman would scarcely have expected to find a lady in the barn, much less on a cross-beam. This is where my horses and dogs live.”

“Oh, that’s all right now; this isn’t a joke, you know.”

“I quite agree with you. What is your business with Mrs. Delancy?”

“We represent her late husband’s interests in settling up the estate of his father. Your wife’s interests are being looked after by Morton & Rogers, I believe. I am here to have Mrs. Delancy go through the form of signing papers authorizing us to bring suit against the estate in order to establish certain rights of which you are fully aware. Your wife’s brother left his affairs slightly tangled, you remember.”

“Well, I can save you a good deal of trouble. Mrs. Delancy has decided to let the matter rest as it is and to accept the compromise terms offered by the other heirs. She will not care to see you, for she has just written to your firm announcing her decision.”

“You–you don’t mean it,” exclaimed Crosby in dismay. He saw a prodigious fee slipping through his fingers. “Gad, I must see her about this,” he went on, starting down the ladder, only to go back again hastily. The growling dog leaped forward and stood ready to receive him. Austin chuckled audibly.

“She really can’t see you, Mr. Crosby. Mrs. Delancy leaves at four o’clock for Chicago, where she takes the Michigan Central for New York to-night. You can gain nothing by seeing her.”

“But I insist, sir,” exploded Crosby.

“You may come down when you like,” said Austin. “The dog will be here until I return from the depot after driving her over. Come down when you like.”

Crosby did not utter the threat that surged to his lips. With the wisdom born of self-preservation, he temporized, reserving deep down in the surging young breast a promise to amply recompense his pride for the blows it was receiving at the hands of the detestable Mr. Austin.

“You’ll admit that I’m in a devil of a pickle, Mr. Austin,” he said jovially. “The dog is not at all friendly.”

“He is at least diverting. You won’t be lonesome while I’m away. I’ll tell Mrs. Delancy that you called,” said Austin ironically.

He turned to leave the barn, and the sinister sneer on his face gave Crosby a new and amazing inspiration. Like a flash there rushed into his mind the belief that Austin had a deep laid design in not permitting him to see the lady. With this belief also came the conviction that he was hurrying her off to New York on some pretext simply to forestall any action that might induce her to continue the contemplated suit against the estate. Mrs. Delancy had undoubtedly been urged to drop the matter under pressure of promises, and the Austins were getting her away from the scene of action before she could reconsider or before her solicitors could convince her of the mistake she was making. The thought of this sent the fire of resentment racing through Crosby’s brain, and he fairly gasped with the longing to get at the bottom of the case. His only hope now lay in sending a telegram to Mr. Rolfe, commanding him to meet Mrs. Delancy when her train reached Chicago, and to lay the whole matter before her.