The Argosy — page 272: what you’re looking at

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The Mysteries of Fleron Dyke. 253 But Philip could not so easily find the office he was in search of. On a large board outside the doorway were painted up the names of some thirty or forty different firms or companies, each of them occupying offices in the same building. Philip at length discovered the name he wanted, the last but two on the list, and was directed to mount to the third floor. On the third floor—and a very dingy, unwholesome-smelling floor it was, for the building was an old one—he found the Hermandad office. Philip’s imagination had led him to fancy the offices of so important a company as rather grand and great: this did not look like it. The door was shut, and he could not open it. He knocked again and again, but without response. While wondering at all this, and standing to think what he could do next, an opposite door was opened, and a sharp-looking youth came out. ‘Nobody at home here apparently,” remarked Philip, pointing to the door. ‘‘ What's the best time to find them in ?” “Don’t know,” answered the youth, twisting his mouth impudently. * Nobody been here for a fortnight, save a boy to fetch letters.” ‘‘ Nobody been here for a fortnight !” exclaimed Philip. ““ Nobody else. Not likely. Silver-mining company, hey! Oh, Jemima !” Philip could have wrung the boy’s neck. ‘Be you one of the green uns?” continued he. ‘‘ Lots of ’em come. No use, though; not a bit; only have to go away again. Fishy—awful! Next akin to smashing up.” With these strange remarks, the boy shot off, sliding down the banisters ; leaving Philip feeling sick at heart. The Hermandad mine had evidently failed, and its company come to grief. A suspicion stole over Philip that Captain Lennox might be more hardly hit than the world suspected, and was keeping out of the way. What to do, he knew not. Was there anything that he could do next, except go back home and reveal everything to his mother ? He had tasted nothing all day, save his morsel of breakfast ; and, although he had no appetite, he felt so faint that he knew he must take refreshment of some kind if he did not wish his strength to break down. . Turning into the nearest restaurant, he called for a glass of wine, and tried to study the carte; but the names of the different dishes conveyed no definite ideas to his mind. ‘Bring me anything you have ready,” he said wearily to the waiter; ‘‘a basin of soup will do.” And then he lay back in his chair and shut his eyes. The waiter had just put some soup before him, and was about to take off the cover, when Philip started to his feet with an exclamation. ‘‘ By heavens! I never thought of that!” Staring around, he sat down in a little confusion: for the moment he had forgotten where he was. The waiter looked askance at him, to discover whether he was mad. EOMINGIOOKS (CO) an