I waited some time, and finally I got tired of looking at the
Life Insurance calendars. Then I happened to glance out of
the window. Surely that was the Professor, just disappearing
round the corner with another man?
I returned to the cashier's desk.
"What's the matter?" I said. "Your mahogany furniture is
charming, but I'm tired of it. Do I have to sit here any
longer? And where's Mr. Mifflin? Did he get his money?"
The cashier was a horrid little creature with side whiskers.
"I'm sorry you had to wait, Madam," he said. "The transaction
is just concluded. We gave Mr. Mifflin what was due him.
There is no need for you to stay longer."
I thought this was very extraordinary. Surely the Professor
would not leave without saying good-bye? However, I noticed
that the clock said three minutes to three, so I thought that
perhaps he had had to run to catch his train. He was such a
strange little man, anyway....
Well, I went back to the hotel, quite a little upset by this
sudden parting. At least I was glad the little man had got
his money all right. Probably he would write from Brooklyn,
but of course I wouldn't get the letter till I returned to the
farm as that was the only address he would have.
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