Dudley, he only smiles and shakes his head. Then off he toddles, wearin' his old ink-stained office coat and even keepin' on the green eye-shade.
Well, I don't know how long they had him on the grill; but it couldn't have been more'n half an hour, for along about three o'clock I strolls into the audit department, and there's old Dudley back on his perch writin' away again.
"Say, are you it?" says I.
WE MUST HAVE BEEN A GREAT PAIR.
"Did they tie anything to you?" says I. "You know—con you into takin' the blame, or anything like that?"
"Blame for what?" says he. "I don't believe I understand. But nothing of the sort was mentioned. I was merely given some instructions about my work."
"Oh!" says I. "That's all, eh? And you've gone right at it, have you?"