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Its rather absurd, Mr. Eden, to have caught us in this shape, Mr. Ford preambled airily. All carelessness, I assure you. But Ill tell you what well do. Well mail you a check the first thing in the morning. You have Mr. Edens address, havent you, Mr. Ends? Yes, Mr. Ends had the address, and the check would be mailed the first thing in the morning. Martins knowledge of banks and checks was hazy, but he could see no reason why they should not give him the check on this day just as well as on the next. Then it is understood, Mr. Eden, that well mail you the check tomorrow? Mr. Ford said. I need the money to-day, Martin answered stolidly. The unfortunate circumstances if you had chanced here any other day, Mr. Ford began suavely, only to be interrupted by Mr. Ends, whose cranky eyes justified themselves in his shortness of temper. Mr. Ford has already explained the situation, he said with asperity. And so have I. The check will be mailed I also have explained, Martin broke in, and I have explained that I want the money to-day. He had felt his pulse quicken a trifle at the business managers brusqueness, and upon him he kept an alert eye, for it was in that gentlemans trousers pocket that he divined the TranscontinentalS ready cash was reposing. It is too bad Mr. Ford began. But at that moment, with an impatient movement, Mr. Ends turned as if about to leave the room. At the same instant Martin sprang for him, clutching him by the throat with one hand in such fashion that Mr. Ends snow-white beard, still maintaining its immaculate trimness, pointed ceilingward at an angle of forty-five degrees. To the horror of Mr. White and Mr. Ford, they saw their business manager shaken like an Astrakhan rug. Dig up, you venerable discourager of rising young talent! Martin exhorted. Dig up, or Ill shake it out of you, even if its all in nickels. Then, to the two affrighted onlookers: Keep away! If you interfere, somebodys liable to get hurt. Mr. Ends was choking, and it was not until the grip on his throat was eased that he was able to signify his acquiescence in the digging-up programme. All together, after repeated digs, its trousers pocket yielded four dollars and fifteen cents. Inside out with it, Martin commanded. An additional ten cents fell out. Martin counted the result of his raid a second time to make sure. You next! he shouted at Mr. Ford. I want seventy-five cents more. Mr. Ford did not wait, but ransacked his pockets, with the result of sixty cents. Sure that is all? Martin demanded menacingly, possessing himself of it. What have you got in your vest pockets? In token of his good faith, Mr. Ford turned two of his pockets inside out. A strip of cardboard fell to the floor from one of them. He recovered it and was in the act of returning it, when Martin cried:- Whats that? A ferry ticket? Here, give it to me. Its worth ten cents. Ill credit you with it. Ive now got four dollars and ninety-five cents, including the ticket. Five cents is still due me. |
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