I was on the grin all the afternoon too, thinkin' of the joshes I was goin' to hand him. At three minutes of closing time I was all ready to sneak out, with one eye on the clock and the other on Piddie, when in blows a ruby faced, thick waisted gent with partly gray hair, a heavyweight jaw, and a keen pair of twinklin' gray eyes. He looks prosperous and important, and he proceeds to act right to home.
"Boy," says he, pushin' through the gate, "is this the general office of the Corrugated Trust Company?"
"Yep," says I. "That's what it says on the door."
"There is employed here, I understand," he goes on, "a young man by the name of Mallory."
Say, I was wide awake at that. "Mallory?" says I. "I can find out. Did you want to see him on business?"
"It is a personal matter," says he. "Is he here?"
"Now, let's not rush this," says I. "My orders is to find out——"
"Very well," says the gent, "there is my card. And perhaps I should mention that I have the honor—er—I suppose, to be his father in law."
Say, and here I was, up against the Senator himself. Course it was my cue to shrivel up and do the low salaam; but all I can think of at the minute is to look him over and grin.
"Gee!" says I. "Then you're on his trail, eh?"