He was down and his junior kicked him.
"I'd like to see the color of your shirt if you took those paper cuffs off!" the latter exclaimed.

"Why don't you chuck that rotten dickey away?
Cave!" The door leading into the private office was brusquely opened.

Mr.
Waddington, the only existing member of the firm, entered---a large, untidy-looking man, also dressed in most uncomely fashion, and wearing an ill-brushed silk hat on the back of his head.

He turned at once to his righthand man.
"Well, did you land him ?" he demanded, with some eagerness.
Burton shook his head regretfully.
"It was quite impossible to interest him in the house at all, sir," he declared.

"He seemed inclined to take it at first, but directly he understood the situation he would have nothing more to do with it." Mr.Waddington's face fell.