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"Hold up, Norris; there is no use of further words," said Mr. Williams sharply. "You were discharged half an hour ago, and you had better leave. It was I that told Mr. Mann that the order had gone down all right, because I filled it myself. I suspected you for a long time, and I wanted to find out the truth. Dare and Massanet are entirely innocent in the matter.
Entering the elevator, they were soon taken to a floor three stories above. The stock-room was in the rear, the large windows overlooking an alley. The place was piled high with books of all descriptions, some in sets and others separate, from cheap reprints to costly volumes filled with etchings and engravings. "Here, Mr. Massanet, I've brought a young man to help you," said Mr.
If it wasn't fer dad I a-given it to yer long ago." "All right then." Richard slipped the coin in his pocket. "I'd like to see your father once, and see how you live. Maybe I and my friend here, Mr. Massanet, can help you a bit. Can I come?" Pep hung his head. "We live in a garret, and you'd find it mighty dirty. Nobody with good clothes has got any right there."
"It's on account of fixing up the window," said Richard. "Partly that, and partly getting used to customers and the run of stock," replied Frank. They were soon on the way home. Richard had sent his letter to his mother the day previous, and was now expecting one in return. "Here is your usual letter," said Mattie Massanet, appearing at the door. "Thank you," replied Richard.
Williams had gone. "I am sure he would not have treated Mr. Mann with more consideration than he did me. No wonder Mr. Joyce called for him first the day he brought me here." A little later Earle Norris came up. "Hello! alone?" he exclaimed. "Yes." "How's that?" Thought Massanet was as steady as clockwork. Richard told him why Frank was absent. "Oh, that's all right," said Norris.
And with tears of indignation in his eyes, Richard left the office. "I'm discharged, Frank." Frank Massanet dropped the books he held in his hands. "Discharged!" he cried. "Surely, Dick, you don't mean it!" "I do," replied Richard. "Mr. Mann has given me my wages for this week, and says he wants me to leave at once." "But how what did he have to say? What did he accuse you of?"
Only last week I met him at a Third Avenue Elevated Station, looking as stout and hearty as ever. "Just come down on the train," he replied, in answer to my question. "Been making a call on Massanet & Dare, the stationers and booksellers. They are young friends of mine, Dare especially, and I take a great interest in them.
If such was the fact then his visit to Frying Pan Court would undoubtedly be productive of more than one good result. "What makes you think he is the man?" asked Frank Massanet, with considerable astonishment. "Because he mentioned his own name as Tom, and I know Betty is the sailor's wife's name," replied Richard. "He doesn't look very respectable," went on Frank.
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