"Well, then, clear out of here!" said Gilmore.
"Hold on, boss, it ain't that kind of trouble" interposed the handy-man hastily.
"What do you want?"
"Advice."
Gilmore leaned back in his easy-chair and crossed his legs.
"Go on!" he ordered briefly.
"A handy-man like me doin' all kinds of jobs for all kinds of people is sure to see some curious things, ain't he, boss?"
"Well?"
"I'm here to tell you what I seen, boss; and every word of it will be God A'mighty's truth!"
"It had better be!" rejoined Gilmore quietly, but with significant emphasis.