He looked at him
curiously. He was an observant person and much interested in his
fellow-creatures.
"Kind of change in you, isn't there?" he asked, in a puzzled manner. "I
scarcely recognized you at first."
Burton made no reply. The conventional falsehood which rose to his
lips, died away before it was uttered.
"Look here," Mr. Lynn continued, "you take a word of advice from me.
You chuck those people, Waddington & Forbes. They're wrong 'uns--won't
do you a bit of good. Get another job. So long, and don't forget to
look us up."
Mr. Lynn passed on his way into the office. He ran into the junior
partner, who greeted him warmly.
"Say, do you know that young man who's just gone out?" the former
inquired.
The junior partner shook his head.
"Never seen him before," he replied. "He came here looking for a job."
"Is that so?" Mr. Lynn asked with interest. "Well, I hope you gave it
to him?"
Young Mr. Miller shook his head.
"He came from the wrong school for us," he declared. "Regular thieves,
the people he was with. By the bye, didn't they nearly let you that
death-trap of old Lady Idlemay's?"
"Yes, and he happens to be just the young man," Mr. Lynn asserted,
removing the cigar from his mouth, "who prevented my taking it, or at
any rate having to part with a handsome deposit.
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