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Once he tripped, but recovered himself, and in another instant only the faint sound of his hurrying footsteps reached them. John had made a movement as if to follow, but the full meaning of Pugsy's words came upon him and he stopped. "Spider Reilly?" he said. "I guess it was Spider Reilly," said Pugsy, excitedly. "Dey called him Spider. I guess dey piped youse comin' in here.
He had no chance of attracting the notice of big editors by his present work, and he had no leisure for doing any other. All of which may go to explain why his normal aspect was that of a caged eagle. To him, brooding over the outpourings of Luella Granville Waterman, there entered Pugsy Maloney, the office-boy, bearing a struggling cat. "Say!" said Pugsy.
For the first time since Psmith had known him, Pugsy was openly excited. "Say," he began, "youse had better beat it quick, you had. Dey's coming!" "And now go back to the beginning, Comrade Maloney," said Psmith patiently, "which in the exuberance of the moment you have skipped. Who are coming?" "Why, dem. De guys." Psmith shook his head.
He came from the Plains; and had, indeed, once actually been a cowboy; he was a coming champion; and he could smoke black cigars. It was, therefore, without his usual well-what-is-it-now? air that Pugsy laid down his book, and prepared to converse. "Say, Mr. Smith or Mr. Windsor about, Pugsy?" asked the Kid. "Naw, Mr. Brady, they ain't came yet," replied Master Maloney respectfully.
Pugsy, startled out of his wonted calm by the arrival of this distinguished company, observed the pair, as they passed through into the inner office, with protruding eyes, and sat speechless for a full five minutes. Psmith received the new-corners in the editorial sanctum with courteous warmth. Mr. Jarvis introduced his colleague. "Thought I'd bring him along. Long Otto's his monaker."
You're certainly there with the goods as fighting editors. I don't know what I should have done without you." "Aw, Chee!" said Mr. Jarvis, handsomely dismissing the matter. Long Otto kicked the leg of a table, and grunted. Pugsy Maloney's report on the following morning was entirely satisfactory. Rents were collected in Broster Street on Thursdays.
An' dere's a bunch of dem goin' to wait on de street in case youse beat it past down de stairs while de odder guys is rubberin' for youse. Gee, ain't dis de limit!" John stood thinking. His mind was working rapidly. Suddenly he smiled. "It's all right, Pugsy," he said. "It looks bad, but I see a way out. I'm going up that ladder there and through the trapdoor on to the roof.
As Pugsy had stated, in effect, he wore a morning coat, trousers with a crease which brought a smile of kindly approval to Smith's face, and patent-leather shoes of pronounced shininess. "I want to see the editor," he said. "Will you take a seat?" said Smith. He pushed a chair toward the visitor, who seated himself with the care inspired by a perfect trouser crease.
Little events, trifling in themselves, have always occurred to shatter friendly relations just when there has seemed a chance of their being formed. That had been a month or so back. During that month things had been simmering down, and peace was just preparing to brood when there occurred the incident to which Pugsy had alluded, the regrettable falling out of Dude Dawson and Spider Reilly at Mr.
The man eyed him with displeasure. "Fresh kid!" he observed disapprovingly. "Fade away," urged Master Maloney. The visitor's reply was to extend a hand and grasp Pugsy's left ear between a long finger and thumb. Since time began, small boys in every country have had but one answer for this action. Pugsy made it. He emitted a piercing squeal in which pain, fear, and resentment strove for supremacy.
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