Bruce and Miss Leslie were engaged, and he like to ate me up.
When I couldn't see why, he told me about investigations he had his men,
like I'm going to be, make, and sometimes they get a 'scoop' on the men
appointed to do the job, and he told me he had a 'scoop' on this, and if I
saw trouble coming toward my boss, I was to tell him and maybe--he didn't
say sure, but _maybe_ he'd do something."
"Oh James!" cried Mrs. Minturn.
"Wait dear! Go on Mickey," said Mr. Minturn.
"Well," said Mickey, "the elevated jumped the track this morning when my
boss got a letter saying if he didn't go on at once with Mr. Winton's
office, somebody else would; and the people who have been in the air ever
since are due to land at noon, and it's pretty quick now, and they are too
nice for any use. Did you ever know finer people?"
"No I never did," said Mrs. Minturn; "but James, I don't understand. Tell
me quickly and plainly."
"Chaffner just gave me the figures," he said, holding over a slip of
paper. "If that amount is to Mr.
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