Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 282: what you’re looking at

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BT IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘‘Casar’s ghost! Ihave it!” — There came a crash in Mr. Robert’s office as that nervous gentleman overturned his chair and his ever overturning inkstand. Then I grabbed a long yellow envelope, cov- ered with pencil marks, and, shoving my trembling fingers inside, drew out the first fourteen hundred dollars that had been placed in my possession for Mr. Jimmerson to call for! I flew into Mr. Robert’s office, collided with him as he was coming out to see what the trouble was, and then, as he sat down violently in the waste paper basket, I shot across the floor, plunged into a Japanese screen and narrowly escaped going into the fireplace. ‘* Hi—ho—ho—how !”’ he spluttered. ‘What's up ?”’ ‘“Neither of us,’ I retorted. ‘‘ Natives dropped a quarter of a cent by the market report this morning.” He glared at me as though undecided whether to be angry or not, and then, per- haps remembering that he should make allowances for a person just returned from a month’s sojourn in the sunk lands, re- GomIichbooks.co m