You want to watch out for him."
"Oh, I will; indeed I will--"
"Did he spring any of this fairy tale just now?"
"Well, kind of. Say, thanks, I'm awful obliged to--"
"Say, for the love of Mike, don't let him know I told you."
"No, no, I sure won't."
They parted. Eager though he was for the great moment of again
seeing his comrade, Charley Carpenter, Mr. Wrenn dribbled toward
the bookkeeping-room mournfully, planning to tell Charley of
Guilfogle's wickedness.
The head bookkeeper shook his head at Mr. Wrenn's inquiry:
"Charley ain't here any longer."
"Ain't _here?_"
"No. He got through. He got to boozing pretty bad, and one
morning about three weeks ago, when he had a pretty bad
hang-over, he told Guilfogle what he thought of him, so of
course Guilfogle fired him."
"Oh, that's too _bad_. Say, you don't know his address, do you?"
"--East a Hundred and Eighteenth.... Well, I'm glad to see
you back, Wrenn. Didn't expect to see you back so soon, but
always glad to see you. Going to be with us?"
"I ain't sure," said Mr.
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