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I thoroughly appreciate everything I you have mentioned, Mr. Hergan," said the clerk Parks, "but it is quite impossible. Mr. Mason is entirely inaccessible. I should not dare interrupt him."

"Look here, my friend," responded the gambler. "I have heard this same talk every day for the last week, and it don't go any longer. I have got to see this lawyer, and I have got to see him now. Do you understand me?"

"Oh, yes," replied the clerk, with a faint smile, "I understand you perfectly, but it is entirely useless to urge the matter any farther. The business with which Mr. Mason is at present engaged is of great magnitude. He would not permit an interview at all. I am very sorry, but, of course, I can do nothing for you."

The gambler did not respond. For a few moments he was silent. Then he put his hands into the inside pocket of his coat and drew forth a rather battered leather pocket-book. He held the pocket-book under the table, opened it slowly, and selecting a fifty-dollar bill from among a number of others, laid it gently on the table.

"There," he said, "is my ante. I want in the game."

The eyes of the clerk began to contract slowly at the corners.

"My dear man," he said, "I should like to do this for you, but I don't see how I can. I don't believe Mr. Mason would even listen to me just now. I don't——"

"Wait," responded the gambler; "I sweeten it."

Thereupon he selected another bill from the pocket-book and spread it out carefully beside the other upon the table.

The little bald clerk began to drum on the chair with his fingers. His eyes wandered from the money to the door of Mason's private office, and back again. Presently he turned to the gambler.

The Hon. Ambercrombie Herman held up two fingers. "Don't call," he said, "I tilt it to one hundred and fifty." And he added another bill to the two, and pushed the money across the table to the clerk. Then he closed the pocket-book deliberately and replaced it in his coat.

Parks arose, picked up the money without a word, and passed into Randolph Mason's private office, closing the door carefully behind him. In a very few moments the clerk returned. He came up dose to the gambler and put his hand confidentially on his shoulder.

"My friend," he said, in a low tone, "you are not a fool. I have told some lies to get you this interview. Look sharp, and say as little as possible."

"What lies?" asked the gambler, arising.

"Such as were useful," responded the clerk. "Quite too tedious to enumerate. Please walk into Mr. Mason's office, sir, and remember that you are my brother-in-law. Answer the questions which are put to you, and don't volunteer talk. It is n't wise."

The gambler opened the door to Randolph Mason's private office and entered.