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"What's the pink cushion on the seat?" asked Hamilton

"That's not a pink cushion, dear old myoptic," said Bones calmly;

"that's my chauffeur--Ali ben Ahmed"

"Good lor!" said the impressed Hamilton "You've a nerve to drive into

the City with a sky-blue Kroo boy"

Bones shrugged his shoulders

"We attracted a certain amount of attention," he admitted, not without

satisfaction

"Naturally," said Haht

you were advertising Pill Pellets for Pale Poultry When did you buy

this infernal s and put his fingers together

"Negotiations, dear old Haress for alessons on the quiet, and to-day--proof!"

He took out his pocket-book and threw a paper with a lordly air towards

his partner It fell half-way on the floor

"Don't trouble to get up," said Hamilton "It's your et that"

And then Bones dropped his attitude of insouciance and became a

vociferous advertise

car that's es with

illustrations and handbooks and electric signs He spoke of Carter and

of Crispley individually and collectively with enthusiasm, affection,

and reverence