Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 30: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 21 downstairs. ‘‘ But they'll understand it all as soon as I tell them about mother.” He found no less a person than Mr. Fox himself in the parlor, not sitting down, but pacing back and forth on the rug that lay in the doorway. As soon as he caught sight of Guy, he faced him almost fiercely. ‘*Ah, sir,” he exclaimed, ‘‘ you are going to brazen it out, are you? I did not expect to find you here, but was determined to come and investigate for my- self.” Guy looked bewildered. What did the man mean by the word ‘‘brazen”? Surely amere absence from the restaurant of little more than an hour ought not to call for such a term, and to cause a member of the firm to come himself clear up town to see about it! it was inexplicable. ‘‘Tam very sorry,’ Guy began. “Iwassoshocked that I never once thought of going back to the res- taurant to——” Mr. Fox waved his hand for silence and broke out: ‘Shocked !” he exclaimed in a voice which Guy knew only too well must be distinctly audible to the servant who was setting the lunch table in the dining- room. “ Why, boy, you must be out of your head to think you can blind me by such pretense of inno- cency. You are notachild and must be fully sen- sible of the enormity of the crime you have com- mitted.” ‘“Crime!” Guy looked completely mystified. Was it thena crime to leave one’s employer's office and go home GEomichboo <=) (E(0) m =>