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Why, I never did any kind of work don't know how. Tell me, who do you think would give me a job at anything?" "Since you've asked, sir," says Nivens, "why, I might, sir." Ham Adams lets out a gasp. "You!" says he. "It's this way, sir," says Nivens, in that quiet, offhand style of his. "I'd always been in the habit of putting by most of my wages, not needing them to live on.
Robert thought," I goes on, "that you might " "Well?" breaks in Mr. Adams, turnin' his back on me sudden and glarin' at the draperies. "What is it, Nivens?" At which the valet appears, holdin' a bunch of roses. "From Mrs. Grenville Hawks, sir," says he. "They came while you were at breakfast, sir." "Well, well, put them in a vase in there," says Ham.
But I shall be getting used to things myself, you know, and I sha'n't mind telling you. If you say so, sir, we'll begin at once." Ham Adams gulps twice, like he was tryin' to swallow an egg, and then asks: "Just how do do you want to to begin?" "Why," says Nivens, "you might get my shaving things and lay them out in the bathroom.
Strangest of all to think, in a case like this, of the people who were left behind, or in some way or other prevented from going, and always afterwards told of how they had escaped being on board the Mariposa Belle that day! Some of the instances were certainly extraordinary. Nivens, the lawyer, escaped from being there merely by the fact that he was away in the city.
"What is your name?" he said. "Henry August Mullins." "What position do you hold?" "I am manager of the Exchange Bank." "When were you born?" "December 30, 1869." After that, Nivens stood looking quietly at Mullins. You could feel that he was thinking pretty deeply before he shot the next question at him. "Where did you go to school?"
"Do do you mean to say," demands Adams, "that you are paying my rent?" "Excuse me, mine," says Nivens. "The lease has stood in my name for the last two months. I didn't care to hurry you, sir; I wanted to give you every chance. But now, if you are quite at the end, I am ready to propose the change." "Go on," says Ham, starin' at him. "What change?" "My place for yours," says Nivens.
"Yes, yes," groans Ham, slumpin' into a chair and restin' his chin on his hands. "I know. You could send me to jail. I should have thought of that. But I I didn't know how to get along alone. I've never had to, you know, and " "Precisely, sir," says Nivens. "And allow me to suggest that another employer might not have the patience to show you your duties.
"As you was just sayin'," says I, "don't mind me. Anyway, I guess this is my exit cue." I tries to swap a grin with Nivens as I slips through the door. But there's nothing doing. He's standin' in front of the mirror decidin' just where he shall amputate those whiskers. First off Mr. Robert wouldn't believe it at all. Insists I'm feedin' him some fairy tale.
Nivens had already picked her out before," says he. "Oh, there was really nothing between us. I'd never been a marrying man, you know. But Mrs. Hawks well, we were rather congenial. She's bright, not much of a highbrow, and not quite in the swim. I suppose I might have Oh, widows, you know. Told me she didn't intend to stay one. And now Mr.
"You see," says I, "Nivens kind of thought an option on her went with the place. He had Ham all counted out. But that spell of real work must have done Ham a lot of good must have qualified him to come back. Believe me, too, he'll never be the same again." "That, at least, is cheering," says Mr. Robert. All I can say is that it was a busy day at the Corrugated.
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