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Mr Mennick produced from his breast-pocket a telegraph form, and in his quiet, business-like way proceeded to straighten it out. 'I have here, he said, 'a telegram from Mr Broster, Ogden's tutor. It was one of the conditions of his engagement that if ever he was not certain of Ogden's whereabouts he should let me know at once.
"On busy mornings you could hear our brains buzzing in Madison Square Garden. Oh, one moment." He rose and went into the outer office. "Pugsy," he said, "do you know Broster Street?" "Sure." "Could you find out for me exactly when the man comes round collecting the rents?" "Surest t'ing you know. I knows a kid what knows anodder kid what lives dere." "Then go and do it now.
I cannot content myself with ladling out a weekly dole of predigested mental breakfast food. "Then you, I guess," said Mr. Parker, "are responsible for this Broster Street thing?" "At any rate, I approve of it and put it in the paper. If any husky guy, as Comrade Maloney would put it, is anxious to aim a swift kick at the author of that article, he can aim it at me." "I see," said Mr. Parker.
'Didn't you call your tutor "sir" when you were at home? 'Me? Don't make me laugh. I've got a cracked lip. 'I gather you haven't an overwhelming respect for those set in authority over you. 'If you mean my tutors, I should say nix. 'You use the plural. Had you a tutor before Mr Broster? He laughed. 'Had I? Only about ten million. 'Poor devils! I said. 'Who's swearing now?
The floor was covered with little heaps of linen. All the women were sewing. Stumbling in the darkness, John almost fell against the door. None of the women looked up at the noise. In Broster Street time was evidently money. On the top floor Pugsy halted before the open door of an empty room.
He turned to Smith. "It's about that Broster Street thing." "More fame!" murmured Smith. "We certainly are making a hit with the great public over Broster Street." "Well, you understand certain parties have got it in against you?" "A charming conversationalist, one Comrade Parker, hinted at something of the sort in a recent conversation. We shall endeavor, however, to look after ourselves."
"See here, I'm representing a gentleman who shall be nameless, and I've come on his behalf to tip you off to quit this game. These articles of yours are liable to cause him inconvenience." "Financial? Do you mean that he may possibly have to spend some of his spare doubloons in making Broster Street fit to live in?" "It's not so much the money. It's the publicity.
Or perhaps not quite all. Let us say, Comrade Parker here, Comrades Brady and Maloney over there by you, and our old friend Renshaw sharing the floor with B. Henderson Asher, Bat Jarvis, and the cats. By the way, I was round at Broster Street before I left New York. There is certainly an improvement. Millionaires now stop there instead of going on to the Plaza. Are you asleep, John?" "No."
"As you said a moment ago," he observed, "the staff of Peaceful Moments is taking big risks. I knew it before you told me. I have had practical demonstration of the fact. And that is why this Broster Street thing has got to be finished quick. We can't afford to wait. So I am going to have you tell me this man's name right now." "Help!" yelled Mr. Gooch.
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