But Hargus had at last thrust a photograph into his hands.

“There it is,” he said. “That’s it. That’s Lizzie.”

Jadwin took the picture without looking at it, and as he continued to speak, held it in his fingers, and occasionally tapped it upon the desk.

“I know. I know, Hargus,” he answered. “I got a good deal to say, Mr. David Scannel. Do you see this old man here?”

“Oh-h, cut it out!” growled the other.

“It’s Hargus. You know him very well. You used to know him better. You and he together tried to swing a great big deal in September wheat once upon a time. Hargus! I say, Hargus!”

The old man looked up.