“How much salary does Mr. Jennings pay you?”
“A hundred dollars a month,” answered the bookkeeper, reluctantly.
“Not bad, in a cheap place like this.”
“It takes all I make to pay expenses.”
“I remember—you have a wife. I have no such incumbrance.”
“There is one question I would like to ask you,” said the bookkeeper.
“Fire away, dear boy. Have you an extra cigar?”
“Here is one.”
“Thanks. Now I shall be comfortable. Go ahead with your question.”
“What brought you to Milford? You didn’t know of my being here, you say.”