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A DAY WITH EARLE WILLIAMS 107 THE VENGEANCE OF DURAND Williams stepped on the platform of a Brighton Beach ear, he found me standing on the same platform. "And the villain still pursued—" he said good-naturedly. We sat in the same seat on the trip downtown, and had a fine talk. I found Mr. Williams a very interesting talker. He is well versed in general topics, and has opinions on about everything which he is free to express. The diary question came up several times, and on this he had a very strong opinion. I was not to see it. Just opposite us sat two young girls, and they had discovered the identity of my companion, as evidenced by their giggling and frequent glances in our direction. Mr. Williams was not an- noyed, but he was far from pleased, and he confided in me that he would much rather not be recognized when out in public. At the Court Street station Mr. Wil- liams arose, and I did likewise. He in- vited me to his quarters and I gladly accepted. His bachelor rooms are modest, neatly furnished and com- fortable. The walls are well covered with pictures, mostly photographs lhat he has taken himself. A number of curios and relics are intermingled, and there are some book-shelves. The first thing he did as he entered, after removing his hat and coat and plac- ing a box of cigars before me, was to take out that much-coveted little black book and place it on the shelves by the side of several others of uniform size. "I'll just take a plunge and change my clothes," he said, "and then we'll go over to the big village and have a bite. Make yourself at home, look over my curios, dip into the books, or amuse yourself any way you like for about fifteen minutes." With that he went into the adjoining room. "Dip into the books, amuse your- self any way you like!" were not those his words f He made no excep- tions. Had I not the right to select those diaries? Perhaps not, but the temptation was too strong, and I did. I took a hasty glance thru several of the little books, and then quickly made ■IN THE CHRISTIAN