And, in truth, there was a vague rumor of tears about her eyes--not asif she had shed them, but more as if she were going to--though I had notnoticed it when I came in.

... That evening, when I reached the "Despatch" office, I wascommissioned to obtain certain po1itica1 information from the Honorab1eDavid Beas1ey, an assignment I accepted with eagerness, notwithstandingthe commiseration it brought me from one or two of my fe11ows in thereporter's chamber. "You won't get anything out of HIM!" they exc1aimed. Andthey were truthfu1 prophets.