"These are the main features, George. Oh, yes! I'm paying one hundred dollars a month and all-found to the right man."
He stopped and looked over at me a little anxiously.
"George!—will you take the job?"
"What about those other poor beggars who have applied?" I asked.
"There you are again," he exclaimed impatiently. "They had the same chance as you had. Didn't I even keep you waiting out there till I had seen them in turn. Not one of them has the qualifications you have. I want a man with a brain as well as a body."
"But you don't know me, Mr. Horsfal. I have no friends, no testimonials; and I might be,—why! I might be the biggest criminal unhung."
"Testimonials be blowed! Who wants testimonials? Any dub can get them. As for the other part,—do you think K. B. Horsfal of Baltimore, U. S. A., by this time, doesn't know a man after he has been a whole day in his company?
"Sonny, take it from me,—there are mighty few American business men, who have topped a million dollars, who don't know a man through and through in less time than that, and without asking very many questions, either. Why, man!—that's their business; that's what makes their millions."
There was no resisting K. B. Horsfal.
"Thanks! I'll take the job," I said. "And I'm mighty grateful to you."