The burly man’s face fell. He was Alexander Slocum’s agent, and he knew that to get tenants for the rooms Nellie Ardell occupied would be difficult.
“It ain’t right to move now—in the middle of the summer.”
“You intended to put me out—if I couldn’t pay the rent.”
“That is different.”
“I have paid up promptly for many months. Mr. Slocum could have been a bit easier for once.”
“He is more than mean,” put in Jerry. “I would advise you to move by all means.”
“You seem to know a great deal about him,” sneered the agent.
“I do—and I’ll know more some day.”
The agent began to growl, but, seeing he could do nothing, he went off to inform Alexander Slocum that Nellie Ardell intended to move.
