The millionaire stared yet half a minute more, and then he whirled about on his heel and strode out, without another word.
“I’ll see about this,” said he.
The sergeant did not return to his seat; he was too mad. He pranced up and down the room like a wild man, vowing vengeance on all the dudes and bankers in existence.
“I wonder if any more of them are coming,” exclaimed he. “By jingo, I just wish they would. I’m just in the humor—gee whiz!”
It was another! Yet older and more sedate than either of the others he marched in and gazed haughtily about him.
“I’ve a nephew——” he began; and there he stopped.
“Oh!” said the sergeant. “You have! Get out!”
“Get out!”
“What in——”