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Smith, returning from luncheon on the day following his announcement of the great change, found both Betty and Pugsy waiting in the outer lair, evidently with news of import. "Mr. Smith," began Betty. "Dey're in dere," said Master Maloney with his customary terseness. "Who, exactly?" asked Smith. "De whole bunch of dem." Smith inspected Pugsy through his eyeglass.
Gooch, standing there in the uncertain light; it was very lonely on that top floor and the rest of the world seemed infinitely far away. Mr. Gooch wavered. He was loyal to his employer, but he was still more loyal to Mr. Gooch. "Well?" said John. There was a clatter on the stairs of one running swiftly, and Pugsy Maloney burst into view.
Remember that, Comrade Maloney." "Sure," said Pugsy. "Shall I send the guy in?" "Surest thing you know, Comrade Maloney." He turned to the assembled company. "Gentlemen," he said, "you know how I hate to have to send you away, but would you mind withdrawing in good order? A somewhat delicate and private interview is in the offing. Comrade Jarvis, we will meet anon.
I can't be boddered myself. Cats is foolishness." And, having finished this Homeric narrative, Master Maloney fixed an expressionless eye on the ceiling, and was silent. "How splendid of you, Pugsy!" cried Betty. "She might have been killed, poor thing."
Simple, I fancy? Yet brainy. Do you take me, Comrade Windsor?" Billy sat up, excited. "I believe you've hit it." Psmith shot his cuffs modestly. It was Pugsy Maloney who, on the following morning, brought to the office the gist of what is related in this chapter. Pugsy's version was, however, brief and unadorned, as was the way with his narratives.
The floor was covered with little heaps of linen. All the women were sewing. Stumbling in the darkness, John almost fell against the door. None of the women looked up at the noise. In Broster Street time was evidently money. On the top floor Pugsy halted before the open door of an empty room.
Gee! it's pretty fierce, boss, dis! What youse goin' to do?" "Where did you see them, Pugsy?" "On the street just outside. Dere was a bunch of dem spielin' togedder, and I hears dem say you was in here. Dere ain't no ways out but de front, so dey ain't hurryin'. Dey just reckon to pike along upstairs, peekin' inter each room till dey find you.
"Says his name's Maude," said Master Maloney, turning a page. "Maude!" cried Betty, falling back. Smith beamed. "Old John Maude!" he said. "Great! I've been wondering what on earth he's been doing with himself all this time. Good-old John! You'll like him," he said, turning, and stopped abruptly, for he was speaking to the empty air. Betty had disappeared. "Where's Miss Brown, Pugsy?" he said.
Thus shall you win through. And now it would be no bad idea, I fancy, for me to join the rest of the brains of the paper up aloft. Off you go, Comrade Maloney. And, in passing, don't take a week about it. Leg it with all the speed you possess." Pugsy vanished, and Psmith closed the door behind him. Inspection revealed the fact that it possessed no lock. As a barrier it was useless.
"If Peaceful Moments would reengage me?" said Betty. She spoke lightly, but her face was serious. "Dear," she said quickly, "I can't be away from you now, while there's danger. I couldn't bear it. Will you let me come?" He hesitated. "You will. You must." Her manner changed again. "That's settled, then. Pugsy, I'm coming back to the paper. Are you glad?" "Sure t'ing," said Pugsy.
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