Not that
the places of our two scholars can ever be filled, but the
boarding-house business is booming these days. We are turning them away.
Do you remember the night that you walked in here an hour late for
supper, and I arose and collected twenty dollars from you?"
"Oh, yes.... By the way--I have never asked--whatever became of that
extraordinary pleasure-dog of yours?"
"Thank you. He is bigger and more pleasurable than ever. I take him out
every afternoon, and each day, just as the clock strikes five, he knocks
over a strange young man for me. It is delightful sport. But he has
never found any young man that he enjoyed as heartily as he did you."
Gravely he moved toward the door. "I must return to my work. You will
tell your aunt I have given notice? Well--good-evening."
"_Good_-evening, Mr. Queed."
The door half shut upon him, but opened again to admit his head and
shoulders.
"By the way, there was a curious happening yesterday which might be of
interest to you. Did you see it in the _Post_--a small item headed 'The
Two Queeds'?"
"Oh--no! About you and Tim?"
"About Tim, but not about me.
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