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Giatron is guarding so carefully is a very excellent ten-pound note of my own." At a quarter to eight on the following Monday week Mr. Bundercombe and I entered Luigi's restaurant. Louis himself advanced to greet us the old Louis, whose linen was irreproachable, whose bearing and deportment and gracious smile all denoted the Louis of old. Mr.
He has told me of his troubles told me the reason for his leaving Luigi and accepting this post with you." Giatron paused, with the bottle suspended in mid-air. He slowly set it down. A frown appeared on his face. "Mind you," Mr. Bundercombe continued, "I am not sympathizing with Louis. If what he said is true I am inclined to think you have been very merciful." Giatron recovered his confidence.
I've seen some high-class printing in my " Giatron started as though he were shot and jumped round toward me. With unpardonable clumsiness I had upset my glass in leaning over to look at the note. "I'm awfully sorry!" I exclaimed, glancing ruefully at my trousers. "Would you give me a napkin quickly?" Giatron hastened to the door of the office and called to a passing waiter.
Will you not invite us into your little office and show us whether there is not something better to be found than this coffee? We will take a glass of brandy together and drink success to your restaurant." Giatron hastened to lead the way. Eve, in response to a glance from her father, remained at the table; but I followed Mr. Bundercombe.
Louis' voice grew a little bolder. "For some time I hesitated how to change it. Then one day I came here to see my friend Giatron we came together from Italy. I hand him the note. I ask him please change. He give me the change and I stay to have a drink with the head waiter, who is a friend of mine. Presently Giatron comes out. He calls me into the office. Then I begin to tremble.
"There is nothing wrong with me," he declared. "I left Stephano's to as they say in this country better myself. I am in charge here next to Monsieur Giatron himself. If Monsieur Giatron should go back to Italy I should be manager. It seemed like a good post. Perhaps I was foolish to leave." "Louis," Mr. Bundercombe protested, "I guess I didn't come round here to listen to lies.
The service, the food, the wines everything is cheap and bad. I take no pride in my work. "I go to Giatron and I pray him to let me go. But not so! I know my work well. He thinks that I will bring clients. Nowhere else could he get a head man so good as I at the wages of a common waiter. So I stay here a slave!" The man's story was finished.
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