"
They had reached an overhead light, and Jack caught a clearer view
of the man. What he saw sent a shiver through him. A great change
had come over his friend. His untidy dress,--always so neat and
well kept; his haggard eyes and shambling, unsteady walk, so
different from his springy, debonair manner, all showed that he
had been and still was under some terrible mental strain. That he
had not been drinking was evident from his utterance and gait.
This last discovery when his condition was considered, disturbed
him most of all, for he saw that Garry was going through some
terrible crisis, either professional or financial.
As the two advanced toward the door of the station on their way to
the street, the big, burly form of McGowan, the contractor, loomed
up.
"I heard you wouldn't be up till late, Mr. Minott," he exclaimed
gruffly, blocking Garry's exit to the street. "I couldn't find you
at the Council or at your office, so I had to come here. We
haven't had that last payment on the church. The vouchers is all
ready for your signature, so the head trustee says,--and the
money's where you can git at it.
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