EDWARD H. HAPGOOD,
SIR:—Our order clerk informs us that you expect a higher percentage of commission on goods ordered by your household. We do not feel that we should pay this. While we, being a new house, were willing, in order to obtain your business, to allow a fair rate of commission to you for putting it in our way, and while, during the past three months, we have paid such commission, we do not feel—
Daniel tossed the note on the floor. He marched to the door leading to the back yard and threw it open. Then he turned to the butler.
“See that door?” he inquired, pointing toward it. “Use it.”
Hapgood did not seem to comprehend.
“Wh-what, sir?” he faltered.
“Use that door. Get out! Out of this house, and don't you dare show your nose inside it again. Here!” stepping to the rack behind the open door. “These are your—duds—aren't they? Take 'em and get out. Quick!”
He threw an overcoat and hat at the astonished man-servant, who caught them mechanically.
“Get!” repeated the captain.
Hapgood apparently understood at last. His usual expression of polite humility vanished and he glowered malevolently.