. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. of an average size, itmight be possible, but— Well, Im not of an average six feet two and weigh two hun-dred and forty-seven. Theres a mandown at the end of this corridor whosas big as I am. Go and get— Impossible! Quite impossible! Well, do something! The clerk and the valet departed,and Oakley charged about the room,raging and impotent. Even had hebeen willing to lie, a plea of suddenillness would have been an obvious 106 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE. artifice from a man of his invariablehealth, and he felt that to confess thetruth—the idiotic, hum
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. of an average size, itmight be possible, but— Well, Im not of an average six feet two and weigh two hun-dred and forty-seven. Theres a mandown at the end of this corridor whosas big as I am. Go and get— Impossible! Quite impossible! Well, do something! The clerk and the valet departed,and Oakley charged about the room,raging and impotent. Even had hebeen willing to lie, a plea of suddenillness would have been an obvious 106 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE. artifice from a man of his invariablehealth, and he felt that to confess thetruth—the idiotic, humiliating truth—to Warren Haslett would be deliber-ately to brand himself as an irrespon-sible fool and to lose a great part ofthe confidence he had won. For hisown part, he could take his medicine;when a man makes an ass of himself,he deserves to eat husks, but Alice—The tender vision-face of his wifegrew wistful as his air-castles totter-ed over their shaking foundations, andhe savagely struck his fist against No, Sir. I aint seen em, Sir. Then he sat on the edge of thebed, regarded his trouserless legs, andgave way to peals of sardoniclaughter. After which he fell againwalking the floor, muttering execra-tions upon his own carelessness. The valet rapped sharply and en-tered, a pair of dark trousers over hisarm. I know theyre too small, sir, headmitted, as Oakley seized them hope-fully and held them up in derisivedespair, but theyre all I can belong to the clerk. We thought perhaps—would you be willing to trythem on, sir? Oakley struggled into the garments,which not only refused to reach hiswaist, but rose to a point midwaybetween his knee and his ankle at thebottom. Is that the best you can do? hedemanded. The very best, sir. I have sometrousers down in the ,and while it would be as much as myposition is worth to let you them I—I went to see, sir. Butit was no use. The gentlemen allseem to be small. These are th
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