American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
“I never did that but once,” Burgess protested, “and that was only
because my mother-in-law was visiting me and I was afraid she wouldn’t
stand for a burglar as a fellow guest. My wife’s got used to ’em. But
the joke of putting that chap up here at the club isn’t on me, but on
Ramsay and Colton. They had luncheon with him one day and thanked me
afterward for introducing them to so interesting a man. I told them he
was a manufacturer from St. Louis, and they swallowed it whole. Pettit
was the name, but he has a string of aliases as long as this table, and
there’s not a rogues’ gallery in the country where he isn’t indexed.
You remember, Colton, he talked a good deal of his travels, and he
could do so honestly, as he’d cracked safes all the way from Boston to
Seattle.”
Ramsay and Colton protested that this could not be so; that the man
they had luncheon with was a shoe manufacturer and had talked of his
business as only an expert could.
The governor and Burgess exchanged glances, and both laughed.
“He knew the shoe business all right enough,” said Burgess, “for he
learned it in the penitentiary and proved so efficient that they made
him foreman of the shop!”
“I suppose,” said Kemp, “that you’ve got another crook coming to take
that vacant chair. You’d better tell us about him so we won’t commit
any social errors.”
At the governor’s right there was an empty place, and Burgess remarked
carelessly that they were shy a man, but that he would turn up later.
“I’ve asked Tate, a banker at Lorinsburg, to join us and he’ll be
along after a while. Any of you know Tate? One of our scouts recently
persuaded him to transfer his account to us, and as this is the first
time he’s been in town since the change I thought it only decent to
show him some attention. We’re both directors in a company that’s
trying to develop a tile factory in his town, so you needn’t be afraid
I’m going to put anything over on you. Tate’s attending a meeting
tonight from which I am regrettably absent! He promised to be here
before we got down to the coffee.”
As the dinner progressed the governor was encouraged to tell stories,
and acceded good-naturedly by recounting some amusing things that had
happened in the course of his official duties.
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