Chapter Fourteen.
Hoist With His Own Petard.
When Tom, the store-boy, reached his master’s premises at an early hour on the following morning, early as it was, his said master was there to meet him.
“Well, Tom?”
“Morrow, Baas!”
“Did you get what you wanted?”
“Ja, Baas.”
“You got it all right?”
“Ja, Baas.”
Sonnenberg could hardly conceal his delight.