CHAPTER II. Mr. Gibbs's errand was not a pleasant one. He came to speak to his chief of complaints that had reached the office as to lost and missing letters. The most serious case was that of a man living in the neighbourhood of Duckwell, who complained that a money letter had never reached him, although it had been posted in Bristol three weeks back. Some inquiries had previously been made, but without result. And now the Duckwell man declared he would make a fine fuss, and bring the matter before the very highest authorities, if his letter were not forthcoming. "What does the bumpkin mean, Gibbs?" asked Algernon, impatiently tapping with his fingers on the desk before him. "I'm afraid he'll give us a deal of bother, sir," returned Mr. Gibbs slowly. "And I can't understand what has come of the letter. It's very awkward." "Very awkward for him, if he really has lost his money. But I should not be surprised to learn that it never was posted at all." "Humph! I don't know. He swears that the sender at Bristol can prove that it was posted." "And why the deuce do people go on sending bank-notes by post, without the least care or precaution? One must have been connected with a post-office in order fully to appreciate the imbecility of one's fellow-creatures!" "I don't know that it was bank-notes, sir. It may have been a cheque." "Oh, depend upon it, it was whatever was stupidest to send, and most calculated to give trouble; if it was sent, that is to say! If it was sent!" "I can't call to mind such a thing happening for twenty years back; not in this office. But lately there seems to be no end to things going wrong." "Well, don't distress yourself about it, Gibbs. I have full reliance on you in every way." "Oh no, sir! It is unpleasant, but I don't know that I specially need distress myself about it." "Only because you have had the uncontrolled management of the office, Gibbs. And it is too bad, when one has worked so conscientiously as you have, to be worried by blundering bumpkins. I assure you, Gibbs, I am constantly singing your praises to Lord Seely. I tell him frankly, that if it were not for you, I don't know in the least how I should fulfil my onerous duties here! When I'm removed from this place, the powers that be won't have far to look for my successor."