There may be
nothing in it, after all."
His visitor smiled. "Say, Mr. Sylvester," he said, "you're like the
young-ones used to be when I was a boy. There'd be a gang of 'em waitin'
by the schoolhouse steps and when the particular victim hove in sight
they'd hail him with, 'Ah, ha! YOU'RE goin' to get it!' 'Wait till
teacher sees you!' and so on. Course the victim would want to know what
it meant. All the satisfaction he got from them was, 'That's all right!
You'll find out! You just wait!' And the poor feller put in the time
afore the bell rung goin' over all the things he shouldn't have done and
had, and wonderin' which it was this time. You hinted to me a week ago
that there was a surprisin' possibility loomin' up in 'Bije's financial
affairs. And ever since then I've been puzzlin' my brains tryin' to
guess what could happen. Ain't discovered any more of those Cut Short
bonds, have you?"
The bonds to which he referred were those of a defunct Short Line
railroad. A large number of these bonds had been discovered among A.
Rodgers Warren's effects; part of his "tangled assets," the captain had
termed them, differentiating from the "tangible" variety.
"Abbie, my housekeeper, has been writin' me," he went on, "about havin'
the sewin' room papered.
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