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Archie made no movement. There was a tense pause. The high-priest gave a little sigh, like one waking from a beautiful dream. "Twenty-three hundred," he said. "Once twenty-three. Twice twenty-three. Third, last, and final call, twenty-three. Sold at twenty-three hundred. I congratulate you, sir, on a genuine bargain!" Reggie van Tuyl had dozed off again.
Dashed weird his behaviour has been the last few days." "Such as?" murmured Mr. van Tuyl. "Well, the other morning I happened to be in his suite incidentally he wouldn't go above ten dollars, and I wanted twenty-five-and he suddenly picked up a whacking big paper-weight and bunged it for all he was worth." "At you?" "Not at me. That was the rummy part of it. At a mosquito on the wall, he said.
He was actually in a position to go to a thousand dollars for Lucille's birthday present. He gathered in Mr. van Tuyl, of whose taste in these matters he had a high opinion, and dragged him off to a jeweller's on Broadway. The jeweller, a stout, comfortable man, leaned on the counter and fingered lovingly the bracelet which he had lifted out of its nest of blue plush.
The waiter disappeared, greatly cheered, and Archie, turning, perceived that his friend Reggie van Tuyl was entering the room. He waved to him to join his table.
"It's the Sausage Chappie!" Reginald van Tuyl gave a little moan. He was not used to this sort of thing. A sensitive young man as regarded scenes, Archie's behaviour unmanned him. For Archie, releasing his arm, had bounded forward and was shaking the other's hand warmly. "Well, well, well! My dear old chap! You must remember me, what? No? Yes?" The man with the scar seemed puzzled.
Archie, leaning on the other side of the counter, inspected the bracelet searchingly, wishing that he knew more about these things; for he had rather a sort of idea that the merchant was scheming to do him in the eyeball. In a chair by his side, Reggie van Tuyl, half asleep as usual, yawned despondently. He had permitted Archie to lug him into this shop; and he wanted to buy something and go.
He was a long youth with a rather subdued and deflated look, as though the burden of the van Tuyl millions was more than his frail strength could support. Most things tired him. "I say, Reggie, old top," said Archie, "you're just the lad I wanted to see. I require the assistance of a blighter of ripe intellect. Tell me, laddie, do you know anything about sales?" Reggie eyed him sleepily. "Sales?"
Reggie was a dashed millionaire, and no doubt bought bracelets by the pound or the gross or what not; but he himself was in an entirely different position. "Eight hundred and fifty dollars!" he said, hesitating. "Worth it," mumbled Reggie van Tuyl. "More than worth it," amended the jeweller. "I can assure you that it is better value than you could get anywhere on Fifth Avenue."
He did not confide his misgivings to Lucille, not wishing to cause her anxiety. He hunted up Reggie van Tuyl at the club, and sought advice from him. "I say, Reggie, old thing present company excepted have there been any loonies in your family?" Reggie stirred in the slumber which always gripped him in the early afternoon. "Loonies?" he mumbled, sleepily. "Rather!
He was proceeding up Broadway after leaving the store when he encountered Reggie van Tuyl, who was drifting along in somnambulistic fashion near Thirty-Ninth Street. "Hullo, Reggie old thing!" said Archie. "Hullo!" said Reggie, a man of few words. "I've just been buying a book for Bill Brewster," went on Archie. "It appears that old Bill What's the matter?" He broke off his recital abruptly.
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