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The Lure of the North by Harold Bindloss
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supervision, but because Watson, the clerk, had found out something that
might prove to be important, although it might lead to his employer's
wasting his time. Stormont seldom let what he called a fighting change
go by.

He had eaten a good supper at about six o'clock, and after a talk with
Watson and a young man whose acquaintance the clerk had made, had sent
them off to see the town at his expense. This was not rash, because
Stormont could trust his clerk. Now he waited their return, but it was
not for Watson's benefit he had put a cigar-box and a bottle of strong
liquor on the table. Much depended on Watson's tact and judgment, and
Stormont felt relieved when he came in.

"I've got Drummond downstairs," the clerk said.

"Very good," said Stormont. "Had you much trouble?"

"I certainly had some. He wanted me to hire a sleigh and take a girl at
a sweet-stuff store for a joy-ride. Suggested it when she was there, and
I think she meant to go. Then he broke a lamp in the pool-room that cost
us two dollars."

"Well, I hope you haven't overdone the thing."

"On the whole, I guess not," Watson replied. "It's hard to hit the
proper mark, but I reckon he's just drunk enough."

"Then bring him up," said Stormont, and in a few minutes Watson came
back with a young man.

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