“Oh, yes. I wasn’t thinking of that. He asked me to inquire if he left his gloves here?”
“I haven’t found any. I should have seen them if he left them here.”
“All right. I will tell him. He thought he might have left them. Good morning, ma’am.”
And Felix hurried downstairs. He was not partial to poor people or tenement houses, and he was glad to get away.
He reached the office in time to go out to lunch with the bookkeeper.
“Well?” asked Mullins, eagerly. “Did you go to Long’s?”
“Yes.”
“What did you find out?”
“I found out that your office boy had been there and carried them the receipt.”
“The young—viper! So he is trying to undermine me in the office. Well, he’ll live to regret it,” and the bookkeeper shook his head vigorously.