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After what seemed a century he emerged and beckoned to me to go in. "You're wanted," he said. I could gather neither comfort nor hope from his face as he stood to let me pass. "Come when I ring," said Mr Merrett to him. Once more I stood before my employers.

"You'd better look-out, young turnip-top, I can tell you," growled Crow; "when Dubbs means what he says, it's no joke, I can tell you." On the whole my first afternoon's work at Merrett, Barnacle, and Company's was somewhat distracting, and by the time half-past six arrived I felt I had not accomplished quite as much as I had intended.

Now, however, that I was all by myself in town, with very few attractions towards a solitary walk, and a constant sense of work to catch up at Hawk Street, it occurred to me one fine morning I should say one wet morning when the streets were very uninviting, to seek shelter at the unearthly hour of half-past eight in Messrs. Merrett, Barnacle, and Company's premises.

I made no reply, being determined to say as little as I could. "You were here at this hour, I believe," continued Mr Merrett, "but you had left the office between 9 and 9:45." "No, sir. I have not left the office since I arrived at half-past eight." Mr Merrett touched the bell. "Send Hawkesbury here," he said to Doubleday.

He followed Mr Merrett quickly to the door of the partners' room and said eagerly, "May I speak to you a moment, sir?" "Yes, my man; come in," was the encouraging reply. "Gone to tell tales, I suppose," said Crow, as the door closed on the two. "No, he's not," said I, ready to take up the gauntlet for my friend; "and you'd better not say it again!" "Oh, I say!

And the rest of my time I spent in cogitation and speculation as to my future destiny, and the merits and demerits of those enviable mortals, Doubleday, Wallop, and Crow, of the Export Department of Messrs. Merrett, Barnacle, and Company.

Almost as soon as he came in Doubleday had to go down to the docks, and the opportunity of consulting him was thus delayed. Every moment that passed I felt more and more uneasy. Mr Barnacle had already arrived, and Mr Merrett was due in a few minutes. What right had I to delay even for a moment a matter which affected the credit of the whole house?

Mr Merrett had been speaking with the detective, and did not hear this dialogue; but Mr Barnacle did, happily for me. "Then," he said, turning short round to Hawkesbury, "Masham was here this morning?" Hawkesbury, thus suddenly cornered, turned first red, then white, and tried to mumble out some evasion. But Mr Barnacle was not the man to be put off in that way.

"I will tell you," said Mr Merrett, "when you have first told Mr Barnacle and me what you have been doing since eight o'clock this morning." "And let me advise you," said Mr Barnacle, looking up, "to tell the truth." "I certainly will tell the truth," I began. What possessed that unlucky voice of mine to quaver in the way it did?

Here have I been here twelve years next Michaelmas, and he not a year, and blest if I haven't got to hand over the petty cash to my lord, because old Merrett wants the dear child to get used to a sense of responsibility in the business! Sense of rot, I call it!" It certainly did seem hard lines.

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