Chapter XXI. An Unwelcome Guest - Page 2

looked amused. He saw that he was not a welcome visitor, but for that he cared little.

"Haven't you got on, though? Here I find you the trusted bookkeeper of an important business firm. Did you bring recommendations from your last place?" and he burst into a loud guffaw.

"I wish you wouldn't make such references," snapped Gibbon. "They can do no good, and might do harm."

"Don't be angry, my dear boy. I rejoice at your good fortune. Wish I was equally well fixed. You don't ask how I am getting on."

"I hope you are prosperous," said Gibbon, coldly.

"I might be more so. Is there a place vacant in your office?"

"No."

"And if there were, you might not recommend me, eh?"

"There is no need to speak of that. There is no vacancy."

"Upon my word, I wish there were, as I am getting to the end of my tether. I may have money enough to last me four weeks longer, but no more."

"I don't see how I can help you," said Gibbon.

"How much salary does Mr. Jennings pay you?"

"A hundred dollars a month," answered the bookkeeper, reluctantly.

"Not bad, in a cheap place like this."

"It takes all I make to pay expenses."

"I remember--you have a wife. I have no such incumbrance."

"There is one question I would like to ask you," said the bookkeeper.

"Fire away, dear boy. Have you an extra cigar?"

"Here is one,"

"Thanks. Now I shall be comfortable. Go ahead with your question."

"What brought you to Milford? You didn't know of my being here, you say."

"Neither did I. I came on my old business."

"What?"

"I heard there was a rich manufacturer here --I allude to your respected employer. I thought I might manage to open his safe some dark night."

"No, no," protested Gibbon in alarm. "Don't think of it."

"Why not?" asked Stark, coolly.

"Because," answered Gibbon, in some agitation, "I might be suspected."

"Well, perhaps you might; but I have got to look out for number one. How do you expect me to live?"

"Go somewhere else. There are plenty of other men as rich, and richer, where you would not be compromising an old friend."

"It's because I have an old friend in the office that I have thought this would be my best opening."

"Surely, man, you don't expect me to betray my employer, and join with you in robbing him?"

"That's just what I do expect. Don't tell me you have grown virtuous, Gibbon. The tiger doesn't lose his