The Day of the Dog by George Barr McCutcheon
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offered by the other heirs. She will not care to see you, for she has
just written to your firm announcing her decision." "You--you don't mean it," exclaimed Crosby in dismay. He saw a prodigious fee slipping through his fingers. "Gad, I must see her about this," he went on, starting down the ladder, only to go back again hastily. The growling dog leaped forward and stood ready to receive him. Austin chuckled audibly. "She really can't see you, Mr. Crosby. Mrs. Delancy leaves at four o'clock for Chicago, where she takes the Michigan Central for New York to-night. You can gain nothing by seeing her." "But I insist, sir," exploded Crosby. "You may come down when you like," said Austin. "The dog will be here until I return from the depot after driving her over. Come down when you like." Crosby did not utter the threat that surged to his lips. With the wisdom born of self-preservation, he temporized, reserving deep down in the surging young breast a promise to amply recompense his pride for the blows it was receiving at the hands of the detestable Mr. Austin. "You'll admit that I'm in a devil of a pickle, Mr. Austin," he said jovially. "The dog is not at all friendly." "He is at least diverting. You won't be lonesome while I'm away. I'll tell Mrs. Delancy that you called," said Austin ironically. |
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