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Updated: May 29, 2025
Then at the next table he heard the words, "Ah, yes, curious old family heirloom," the ring was drawn off the finger of That, and Mr. U. W. Ugli, murmuring something about a unique curio, reached his impossible hand out for it. The door-mat-headed boy was watching breathlessly. "There's a ring right enough," he owned. And then the ring slipped from the hand of Mr.
it said, and then went on to say how a gentleman, well known and much respected in financial circles, had vanished, leaving no trace. "Mr. U. W. Ugli," the papers continued, "had remained late, working at his office as was his occasional habit.
U. W. Ugli and skidded along the floor. Gerald pounced on it like a greyhound on a hare. He thrust the dull circlet on his finger and cried out aloud in that crowded place: "I wish Jimmy and I were inside that door behind the statue of Flora." It was the only safe place he could think of. The lights and sounds and scents of the restaurant died away as a wax-drop dies in fire a rain-drop in water.
Then Gerald rose up and finished the bun. "You're right," he said. "I'll chance it. Here's your five bob." He brushed the bun crumbs from his front, cleared his throat, and knocked at the door of Mr. U. W. Ugli. It opened and he entered. The door-mat boy lingered, secure in his power to account for his long absence by means of his well-trained nose, and his waiting was rewarded.
"I do I do," said Mr. Ugli kindly; "that's all I do think of, of course." He went up the stairs to the other office, and Gerald heard the voice of That telling his clerks that he was going out to lunch.
They were saying so in our office only this morning." "Let me think," said Gerald, laying down the last bun on his knee expressly to hold his head in his hands. "Don't you forget to think about my five bob," said the boy. Then there was a silence on the stairs, broken only by the cough of a clerk in That's office, and the clickety-clack of a typewriter in the office of Mr. U. W. Ugli.
"'Return to," said the boy; "'all forgotten and forgiven. I see." "And I've got to get him to them, somehow. Now, if you could go in and give him a message from someone who wanted to meet him on business ," "Hold on!" said the boy. "I know a trick worth two of that. You go in and see old Ugli. He'd give his ears to have the old boy out of the way for a day or two.
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