Couldn't you
give him work of some kind--just a little post in a corner?"
"My dear child, the little posts in the corner are just the ones
where honesty is essential. A footpad doesn't wait under a
street-lamp! Besides, how can I recommend a man whom I have
dismissed for theft? I won't say a word to hinder his getting a
place, but on my conscience I can't give him one."
She paused and turned toward the door silently, though without any
show of resentment; but on the threshold she lingered long enough to
say: "Yet you gave Fleetwood his chance!"
"Fleetwood? You class Fleetwood with Gregg? The best man in the
State with a little beggarly thieving nonentity? It's evident enough
you're new at wire-pulling, or you would show more skill at it!"
She met this with a laugh. "I'm not likely to have much practice if
my first attempt is such a failure. Well, I will see if Mrs. Gregg
will let me help her a little--I suppose there is nothing else to be
done."
"Nothing that we can do. If Gregg wants a place he had better get
one on the staff of the 'Spy.
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