classified in the directory. So I went to Mr. Orchard, a youngish sort
of man, very pleasant, but slicker than Nesbitt himself.

"I said, not too amiably, 'Who are the garbage haulers in this town?'

"He said: 'Search me,' and went on writing.

"I dropped the directory on his desk, and said, "'Well, if Mr. Nesbitt
loses a good tenant, I should worry.'

"Then he looked up and said: 'Oh, let's see. There's Jim Green, and
Softy Meadows, and--and--Tully Scott--and--that's enough.'

"So I called them up. Jim Green was in jail for petty larceny. Softy
Meadows was in bed with a broken leg. Tully Scott would do it for
three fifty. So I gave him the number and told him to do it that
afternoon without fail.

"Pretty soon Mr. Nesbitt came home. 'How about that rubbish?'

"'I got Tully Scott to do it for three fifty.'

"He fairly tore his hair. 'Three fifty! Tully Scott is the biggest
highway robber in town, and everybody knows it! Why didn't you get the
mayor and be done with it? Three fifty! Great Scott! Three fifty!
You call his lordship Tully Scott up and ask him if he'll haul that
rubbish for a dollar and a half, and if he won't you can call off the
deal.'

"I called him up, quietly, but inwardly raging.