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[Standridge S. <man...@no...>]

Great piece of self-denial, by the way. But a case meant much

to me then, and I did seriously
regret that O'Meara was not a possible client. At any rate, my
sympathy with Farrar in the late episode put him out of the question.
O'Meara cleared his throat
and began gingerly to undo the handkerchief on his hand. Then he
brought his fist down on the table so that the ink started from
the stand and his cheeks shook with the effort. "I'll make him pay for
this!" he shouted, with an oath. The other gentlemen nodded their
approval, while I put the inkstand in a place of safety. "You're a
pretty bright young man, Mr. Crocker," he went on, a look of cunning
coming into his little eyes, "but I guess you ain't had too many cases
to object to a big one." "Did you come here to tell
me that?" I asked. He looked me over queerly, and evidently
decided that I meant no effrontery. "I came here to get your opinion,"
he said, holding up a swollen hand, "but I want

to tell you first that I ought to get ten thousand, not a cent less.
That scoundrelly young upstart--" "If you want my opinion," I replied,
trying to speak slowly, "it is that Mr.
Farrar ought to get ten thousand dollars. And I think
that would be only a moderate reward." I did not feel equal to pushing
him into the street, as Farrar had done, and I have now but a vague
notion of what he said and how he got there. But I
remember that half an hour afterwards a man congratulated
me openly in the bank. That night I found a new friend, although at
the time I thought Farrar's visit to me the accomplishment
of a perfunctory courtesy to a man who had refused to take a case
against him. It was very characteristic of Farrar not to mention

this until he rose to go. About half-