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I called up the chief's office, and the order was corroborated. I meant to tell you when you came in, but you passed the desk just while I was down eating my supper. The elevator-boy let you in, didn't he?" "Yes. Never mind, it's all right. Good-night." But when Orme examined his traveling-bag, he found that someone had evidently made a search through it.
She looked at him doubtfully, and added, "but they will be watching the railroad stations." He nodded. "A motor would be safer if we can get one." He gave her hand a secret pressure while the elevator-boy was opening the door for them, and as she passed before him she flashed upon him a look so filled with love and trust that the sudden thrill of his happiness almost stifled him.
One evening at ten o'clock we came in from making a call and found the elevator-boy in his shirt-sleeves washing the hall floor. I asked him if it wasn't a little early to be doing such a thing, as people were still going and coming, and he said he was acting under Mr. Jepson's orders. Jepson was the agent.
The puma had suddenly struck real mid-season form. It clawed the elevator-boy, bit a postman, held up the traffic for miles, and was finally shot by a policeman. Why, for the next few days there was nothing in the papers at all but Miss Devenish and her puma.
The elevator-boy informed Haggerty that Mr. Forbes had just returned from the theater. Alone? Yes. Haggerty pushed the bell-button. A dog bayed. "Why, Haggerty, what's up? Come on in. Be still, Fritz!" The dachel's growl ended in a friendly snuffle, and he began to dance upon Haggerty's broad-toed shoes. "Bottle of beer? Cigar? Take that easy chair. What's on your mind tonight?"
He paused a moment, and then he continued hardily, "And he'd been telling me about Barker. He's turned up again." "Of course!" said Mrs. Sewell. "What's happened to him now?" "Nothing, apparently, but some repeated strokes of prosperity. He has become clerk, elevator-boy, and head-waiter at the St. Albans." "And what are you going to do about him?" "Evans advises me to do nothing."
Yet she could not possibly deny the fearful charm of those contours. She put her clothes on again and prinked as much as she could. Then she sallied forth, opening and closing the door with pious care. She went to the elevator, and the car began to drop. The elevator-boy politely lowered it without plunge or jolt. Kedzie followed the sound of the music.
The feminine instinct is averse to stairs; the sex likes to be safely housed against burglars, and when it must be left alone, it desires the security of neighbors, however strange the neighbors may be; it likes the authority of a janitor, the society of an elevator-boy. It hates a lower door, an area, an ash-barrel, and a back yard.
"You just keep on tap. I'm just counting on you and Light here," taking in the elevator-boy as he stepped into the elevator, "to look after her when I'm out." The elevator-boy grinned also, and the elevator shot up the shaft, the numbers of the floors passing almost too rapidly to be distinguished.
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