“Because I pleased. Mind your business, or I may kick you, too.”
“You’d better not,” said Gilbert, quietly.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE PLOT SUCCEEDS.
The third day was rainy, and Gilbert wore a thin overcoat, which, on arriving at the office, he took off and hung up. At ten o’clock the rain ceased, and he did not feel the need of wearing it when sent out on errands.
About eleven o’clock John sauntered into the office.
“You may go round to the post-office, Gilbert,” said the book-keeper.
“Very well, sir.”
Gilbert put on his coat and went out.
“Isn’t it about time, cousin Simon?” asked John, significantly.
“Yes,” said Moore.