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But if you want to talk real business, Joe, come to my office. You know where that is." Joe knew very well; in fact, there had been more than one difficulty which had been adjusted through Mr. Chalker's not wholly disinterested aid. Then the singer appeared again attired in a new and startling dress, and Joe began once more to applaud again with voice and stick. Mr.
Was life worth living at this rate? If he didn't tell Chalker about the nets that imbecile old groundsman would be certain to stick up half a dozen sets, and there'd be no end of a row. That was 7:30 striking now, and he had to be in the chapel at five minutes to eight, and Chalker's hut was a long five minutes from the boat-house. And then those eight French verbs and that Caesar
To say nothing of the indignity of being deliberately run down and screwed into the bank by a crew of young "Welchers," the loss of time involved in extricating his boat from the muddy obstacle which held her by the nose, put all chance of getting in in time to go round to Chalker's before chapel out of the question.
As for us, we have only to judge of him by his actions. "Perhaps, Mr. Joseph," said Mr. James, "perhaps Miss Iris won't have all bequeathed to her?" "Do you know anything?" Joe asked quickly. "Has he made a new will lately?" "Not that I know of. But Mr. Chalker has been here off and on a good bit now." "Ah! Chalker's a close one, too. Else he'd tell me, his old friend.
"And, by the way, on your way up go round to Chalker's and tell him only to stick up one set of cricket nets in our court; don't forget, now. Be quick; you've not too much time before chapel." Saying which, he takes a running dive from the bank and leaves the luckless Parson to boil over inwardly as he digs his sculls spitefully into the water and begins his homeward journey.
None but a philosopher who had studied Confucius and Lao Kiun, would have conceived so fine a scheme. First he paid a visit to Mr. Chalker. The office was the ground-floor front room, in one of the small streets north of the King's Road. It was not an imposing office, nor did it seem as if much business was done there; and one clerk of tender years sufficed for Mr. Chalker's wants.
Now the only reason which suggested itself to Joe at that moment was that Chalker had lately drawn a new will for the old man, and that he himself might be in it. Here he was wrong. The only reason of Mr. Chalker's friendly attitude was curiosity to know what Joe was doing, and how he was living. "Look here, Chalker," Joe whispered, "you used to pretend to be a pal.
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