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"If I were you, young man," advised the lawyer sagely, "I wouldn't try to find out!" Mr. Payson Clifford left the offices of Tutt & Tutt more recalcitrant against fate and irritated with his family than when he had entered them.
Soon the room was filled with the comfortable odor of Pekoe, of muffins toasted upon an electric heater, of cigarettes and stogies. Yet there was, and had been ever since their conversation about the hat, a certain restraint between Miss Wiggin and Mr. Tutt, rising presumably out of her suggestion that his course savored of blackmail, however justified it had afterward turned out to be.
"Danny Lowry," she replied. "Oh, sir, won't you try to do something for him, sir? He thinks so much of you! He often has told me what a grand man you were and so kind, besides being such a clever lawyer and all the judges afraid of you!" "Danny Lowry in the Tombs!" cried Mr. Tutt. "What an outrage! Of course I'll do what I can for him. But first come inside and warm yourself.
Yet each day he became on more and more cordial terms with her, and the lunches became longer and more intimate. The Reverend Winthrop Oaklander gave no sign of life, however. The customary barrage of legal letters had been laid down, but without eliciting any response. The Reverend Winthrop must be a wise one, opined Tutt, and he began to have a hearty contempt as well as hatred for his quarry.
Tutt rose and laid his arms round old Doc Barrows' shoulders. "Thank you a thousand times," he said gratefully, "for the securities. I'll be glad to keep them for you in my vault." His lips puckered in a stealthy smile which he tried hard to conceal. "Louisa may want to repaper the farmhouse some time," he added to himself. "Oh, they're all yours to keep!" insisted Doc. "I want you to have them!"
"All the same it's obvious that the unwritten law might be stretched a long way. It's a great convenience, though, on occasion!" "We should be in an awful stew if nowadays we substituted ideas of chivalry for those of justice," declared Mr. Tutt. "Fortunately the danger is past. As someone has said, 'The women, once our superiors, have become our equals!"
"Hear! Hear!" remarked Tutt. "But I don't see why it isn't a contract or very much like one," he persisted. "It is like one in that its validity, like that of civil contracts generally, is determined by the law governing the place where it was entered into," went on Mr. Tutt oracularly, as if addressing the court of appeals.
"I get Mr. Badger's check regularly every six months." "How many times have you got it?" "Twice." "Well, why don't you like your investment?" inquired Mr. Tutt blandly. "I'd like something that would pay me twenty per cent a year!" "Because I'm afraid Mr. Badger isn't quite truthful, and one of the ladies that old Mrs.
Tutt absently as he searched through the Law Journal for the case he was going to try that afternoon. "You said one of them had been dealt in on the curb? You astonish me!" "It's got a funny name," she answered. "It almost sounds as if they meant it for a joke Horse's Neck Extension." "I guess they meant it for a joke all right on the public," chuckled her employer. "How many shares are there?"
"She said you'd know her sho' enough, Mis' Tutt," grinned Miranda, swinging her dishrag, "'case you and she used to live tergidder when you was a young man." This scandalous announcement did not have the startling effect upon the respectable Mr. Tutt which might naturally have been anticipated, since he was quite used to Miranda's forms of expression. "It must be Mrs.
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