I Glanced Up From The Evening Papers To Encounter The Square-
Jawed, Alert Face Of District Attorney Carton In The Doorway Of
Our Apartment.
"How Do You Do, Judge?" I Exclaimed. "No, But I Expect Him Any
Second Now. Won'T You Sit Down?"
The District Attorney Dropped, Rather Wearily I Thought, Into A
Chair And Looked At His Watch.