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Enriched with peanuts, he had got as far as the City Hall Park when a drunken man attracted his attention, and he assisted actively in an effort to convince the drunken man that the Mayor's office was the ferry to Weehawken. It was while engaged in giving these disinterested assurances that he felt himself lifted off his feet by a steady pull at his ears, and looking up he beheld Mr. Jayres.
I've kept it very careful." "Whose daughter was Henrietta Bugwug?" asked Mr. Jayres.
Jayres's warm insistence that they had never done a better thing in their lives, the Tobeys withdrew. It was nearly six o'clock when the door of Mr. Jayres's office opened again and the shocky head of Bootsey appeared. Mr. Jayres was waiting for him. "Here you are at last, you wretched little scamp!" he cried. "Didn't I tell you I'd whale you if you weren't back by five o'clock?"
Jayres, "you mustn't run on so. Your name is Tobey and you have called about the Bugwug property. Well, now, what of it?" "I want to know is there any money in it," answered Mr. Tobey. "Now, if you please, sir, just listen to that," cried Mrs. Tobey pityingly. "He wants to know is there money in it! Why, of course, there's money in it, Tobey. You're a dreadful trial to me, Tobey.
Then he sat down, still holding Bootsey's hand, and waited until he had caught his breath. "Now, then," he said, at last. "Yez'r," said Bootsey. "You're a miserable little rogue!" said Mr. Jayres. Bootsey held his peace. "I've stood your deviltries till I've got no patience left, and now I'm going to discharge you!" "Aw, don't," said Bootsey. "Yes," said Mr.
Jayres had at least reached the final flight before he started up at all. He failed to communicate his resolution, however, and when Mr. Jayres turned about upon the third floor, hearing no footsteps behind him, he stopped. He frowned. He clinched his fist and swore. "There'll be murder on me," he said, "I know there will, if that Boy don't do better! Now, where the pestering dickens can he be?"
Bootsey followed. He offered no reply to this savage expression, but from his safe position in the rear he grinned amiably. Mr. Jayres was large and dark and dirty. His big fat face, shaped like a dumpling, wore a hard and ugly expression. Small black eyes sat under his low, expansive forehead.
Didn't the gentleman's advertisement say there was 500,000 pounds in it? Aint that enough? Couldn't you and me get along on 500,000 pounds, or even less, on a pinch?" "But the question is," said Mr. Jayres, "what claim you have on the Bugwug property. Are you descended from Timothy Bugwug, and if so, how directly and in what remove?" "That's what we wants you to tell us, sir," replied Mr. Tobey.
Jayres turned, and with a heavy sigh he began to descend to the street. On the second landing he met Bootsey smoking a cigarette and whistling. Mr. Jayres did not fly into a passion. He did not grow red and frantic. He just took Bootsey by the hand and led him, step by step, up the rest of the way to the office. He drew him inside, shut the door, and led him over to his own table.
Tobey tossed her head angrily. "I see," said Mr. Jayres, "I see. And you want me to take the matter in hand, I suppose, and see if I can recover the money, eh?" "Oh, dear!" said Mrs. Tobey, in a disappointed tone, "I thought from the piece in the paper that the money was all ready for us." "You mustn't be so impatient," soothingly responded Mr.
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