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But, as he neared it, the old financier, who with Mortlake was already seated in the tonneau, spoke a word in the chauffeur's ear, and the machine dashed off, leaving Roy enraged and nonplussed. "Too bad, Roy," breathed Peggy, as, rather crestfallen, the lad returned. "Oh, I don't know, Sis.
He no longer wore his chauffeur's livery, but was arrayed in a white linen robe, red-sashed, and wore loose, red slippers; a tarboosh perched upon his shaven skull. Pushing the door widely open, he entered with a tray upon which was spread a substantial breakfast. "Hurryup!" he muttered, as one word; wherewith he departed again.
"She may have found it out for herself while she has been watching the Hoffs, but we didn't tell her. Nobody in the service knows who you are except the Chief and myself and of course K-27 will have to know if he takes the chauffeur's job." "What is his name?" "I don't know yet," said Carter gravely. "I haven't seen his references, so I don't know what name they are made out in.
"Well, considering the hour he brought us home, he's scarcely had time to get into bed yet. He ought to have had the morning off." "Why? A chauffeur's a chauffeur after all. They know what they have to do. Besides, Carthew would do anything for me." "Yes, that's you all over. You deliberately bewitch him, and then you shamelessly exploit him. I shall compare notes with Carthew.
He planned to wave and attract the chauffeur's attention, but in face of the prodigious Mrs. Carter he never dared to carry out the plan. September 1st. The Applebys had given up hope of miracles. They were making up their minds to notify Mr. Pilkings, of Pilkings & Son's Sixth Avenue Standard Shoe Parlor, that Father again wanted the job he had held for so many years.
The unknown stepped out, took a leather purse from his pocket and carefully counted out in silver two dollars and twenty cents, which he poured into the chauffeur's palm. "Thank you, sir." "You are an American?" "Sure! I was born in this burg." "Like the idea?" "Huh?" "The idea of being an American?" "I should say yes! This is one grand little gob o' mud, believe me!
Was she, they wondered, really concerned in the handsome young chauffeur's welfare, or had she merely put the question to gain time in framing what she was going to say? "I just left him," said Carter, in response to an almost imperceptible nod from the chief; "he's all right except for a scalp wound and a broken arm." "I'm glad," said the girl impulsively. "What happened to him?" asked Carter.
He looked out forward. The road was straight for at least a mile. He beheld a bicycle policeman, riding ahead, to develop his speed, with the certain intention of calling to his driver to stop. Half a minute later the car was abreast the man on the wheel, who shrieked out his orders on the wind. Garrison leaned to the tube that ended by the chauffeur's ear.
Nevertheless, it's an ill tyre that blows up for its own good alone, and the forty minutes out of a waning afternoon made the chauffeur's cold hands hot and the hot engine cold.
I didn't sleep until near daybreak, and was aroused at nine o'clock by Flynn, who appeared at the door in his chauffeur's togs, carrying a tray. "The wife didn't come back, sorr, but I made coffee and toast. Sorry to waken you, but I'm takin' the new car into the city." I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Who's going to the city?" I demanded. "The ladies is goin' at once, sorr.
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