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sale down to Cole to see if there wasn't a flaw in it so nephew If we could only----"

He did not complete his sentence, but there was a co in the two pairs of eyes that uely

Fred broke off the ash of his cigar and nodded

"Anybody worth half afelloas in the Ar a

business in the City--'Sche people on the Coast He's got a horrible nickname"

"What's that, Fred?"

"Bones," said Fred, in tones sufficiently sepulchral to be appropriate,

"and, Joe, he's one of those bones I want to pick"

There was another office in that great and sorrowful City It was

perhaps less of an office than a boudoir, for it had been furnished on

the higher plan by a celebrated firm of furnishers and decorators,

whose advertisements in the more exclusive publications consisted of a

set of royal arraph of a Queen Anne chair, and the bold

surname of the firm It was furnished with such exquisite taste that

you could neither blame nor praise the disposition of a couch or the

set of a purple curtain