Part 44 (1/2)
”I know that you dislike Richard, Mr. Gilbert.”
”So I do. He's artful and bad; but you'll find him out some day.”
”I don't think you do him justice. Artful is the very last word I should apply to him.”
”You may be deceived.”
”If I am, I shall never put confidence in any boy again. But you haven't answered the charge, Mr. Gilbert.”
”It isn't worth answering,” said the book-keeper, scornfully.
”Still, I would be glad to have you give an answer one way or the other,” persisted Mr. Rockwell.
”Then it's a lie, of course.”
”It's true,” said Micky.
”I hope you consider my word as of more value than this vagabond's,”
said Gilbert, contemptuously.
”Why were you so anxious to prevent his entering, Mr. Gilbert?”
”I didn't see what business he could possibly have here.”
”Michael, will you give an account of all that has taken place between Mr. Gilbert and yourself? I do not yet feel satisfied.”
”Mr. Rockwell,” said Gilbert, in a pa.s.sion, ”I do not choose to submit to the insulting investigation you propose. My month is out next Thursday; I beg leave to resign my situation.”
”Your resignation is accepted,” said Mr. Rockwell, quietly.
”If it is convenient to you, I should like to leave at once,” said the book-keeper, livid with pa.s.sion.
”As you please,” said his employer. ”Your salary shall be paid up to the end of the month.”
To this Gilbert offered no opposition. The balance of his salary was paid him, and he left the warehouse in a very unpleasant frame of mind, much to the gratification of Micky Maguire, who felt that his vengeance was complete.
”Now, Michael,” said Mr. Rockwell, ”I must see what I can do for you. Do you wish to give up your present business?”
”Yes,” said Micky, ”I don't like it.”
”I can give you a situation as errand-boy in my own employ,” said Mr.
Rockwell. ”My head clerk will explain your duties.”
”What wages will I get?” asked Micky, anxiously.
”For the present you shall have a dollar a day, or six dollars a week. I will besides give you a new suit of clothes. Will that suit you?”
”Yes,” said Micky, feeling as if he had unexpectedly become heir to a fortune. ”When will I begin?”
”To-morrow if you like. Come here this afternoon at three, and I will send Richard with you to a clothing-house.”