“You have no other cases?”
“No.”
“Oh! well, send it round at once; for I am sure—”
“Mr. Newt,” said the unconscious boy, smiling with the satisfaction of one who is able to correct an error, “you are mistaken, Sir. There are a dozen more cases just like that up stairs.”
“Ah! then I don’t care about it,” said Mr. Hadley, passing on. The head of the large commission-house of Boniface Newt & Co. looked upon the point of apoplexy.
“Good-morning, Mr. Newt; sorry that I see nothing farther,” said Mr. Hadley, and he went out.
Mr. Newt turned fiercely to the unconscious boy.
“What do you mean, Sir, by saying and doing such things?” asked he, sharply.
“What things, Sir?” demanded the appalled boy.
“Why, getting the yard-stick when I winked to you not to find it, and telling of other cases when I said that one was the last.”