Cleveland County herald., 1920-03-04

His correct morning attire, fault less, well-tailored, expensive; his fire ly pointed beard and mustaehe brushed away from his lips in a French fash ion, even the red flower in his button hole, lent to his inches an air of dis tinction foreign to Chicagos higgledy piggledy financial district. He was acting perfectly the conception of a gentleman of leisure,' and quick, sidelong glances of surreptitious interest were cast his way by the hur rying clerks and traders, pressing down La Salle street toward the board of trade, as he entered the building where was the abode of Quigg and Peevy.
 On a narrow platform before the blackboard which extended the length of the customers room" a phlegmatic youth walked up and down chalking mystical figures, while the telegraph instrument in a little box at one end chattered it's interminable tale In the three rows of chairs, also spanning the rooms length, sat men, welt dressed and nondescript, the latter j0t- ting in dog cared memorandum books with stub pencils, the former watch ing the blackboard and conyerSing earnestly about market conditions" Messenger boys seuttled to and fro across the floor, clutehing at their caps, skipping their books shut, enter ing and leaving some inner office whence issued the clickety-click-click of battery of typewriters.
 And in all this feverish animation there was something vaguely artificial -too subtle for the casual onlooker, perhaps, but there nevertheless.
 As Fitzhugh entered, casting a bored glance around the place, he was met by uniformed negro, who said: Mir. Quigg says tell you please, suh, step inter his private office at once suh.'
 The preceding night, in Quigg's rooms in a hotel, Fitzhugh had been thoroughly apprised of the nature of his post. There had even been Ire hearsals" He was therefore not un- prepared for what followed his en- trance into Quigg's sanctum.
 Mir. Quigg, large and prosperous, held a large cigar in a large hand, aud occupied a large chair before a large desk, near which sat a colorless, com .monplace, inconspicuous man whose weak face was at once inquiring and impressonable. Near by stock ticker unWound it's tape into wicker Waste-basket and from partly-open door came the furious cattering of many typewriters. And here, as in the outer room, there was an un- natural note-faint, almost indistin- guishable, but discordant all the same.
 AS Fitzhugh entered Quigg glanced up, then leaned toward the coIorless one and said something in a low voice. Not so low, however, but that FitZ- hugh caught some fragments: Pat tington D. Eastern capitalist .. Worth ten millions if he's worth a nickel"
 This was Fitzhugh's cue. Instantly his bearing changed. His tired air vanished. His eye, languidly super cilious a moment before, became cold, arrogant, alert He was no longer tie blase aristocrat He was now tEe high-tensioned fnancier, whose min utes were diamond-studded He stood at the door, a slight scowl gathering between his brows, his right thumb and second finger snapping inpatient ly. Thus until he received his next cue.
 "Ah, good-morning, Mir Pattington." !" Quigg rose, smiling deferentially, aLd motioned to a chair. Wont you sit down? I shall be at leisure presently"
 Fitzhugh's frown grew little heay, fer his eye a little harder. "I was told I could have an interview with