“How do you do?” I began.
The little fellow bowed and smiled and brought forth a scrap of paper and a pencil.
On the paper he wrote, “Quite well thanks, how are you?” and added the words, “Can I be of any service to you?”
I pondered a moment, and then recollected that he would be a capital medium of communication between the Wallypug and myself.
“Do you know where the stocks are?” I inquired.
Mr. Nobody nodded vigorously.
“His Majesty the Wallypug is there,” I ventured.
Mr. Nobody nodded again very energetically, and I could see that he knew all about it. Moreover he wrote on his paper, “Poor Wallypug!” and looked most sympathetic.
“Would you like to help him?” I inquired.