"Look here," Mr. Lynn continued, "you take a word of advice from me. You chuck those people, Waddington & Forbes. They're wrong 'uns--won't do you a bit of good. Get another job. So long, and don't forget to look us up." Mr. Lynn passed on his way into the office. He ran into the junior partner, who greeted him warmly. "Say, do you know that young man who's just gone out?" the former inquired. The junior partner shook his head. "Never seen him before," he replied. "He came here looking for a job." "Is that so?" Mr. Lynn asked with interest. "Well, I hope you gave it to him?" Young Mr. Miller shook his head. "He came from the wrong school for us," he declared. "Regular thieves, the people he was with. By the bye, didn't they nearly let you that death-trap of old Lady Idlemay's?" "Yes, and he happens to be just the young man," Mr. Lynn asserted, removing the cigar from his mouth, "who prevented my taking it, or at any rate having to part with a handsome deposit. I was sent down there with him and at first he cracked it up like a real hustler. He got me so fixed that I had practically made up my mind and was ready to sign any reasonable agreement. Then he suddenly seemed to turn round. He looked me straight in the face and told me about the typhoid and all of it, explained that it wasn't the business of the firm to let houses likely to interest me, and wound up by giving me your name and address and recommending me to come to you." "You surprise me very much indeed," Mr. Miller admitted. "Under the circumstances, it is scarcely to be wondered at that he is out of employment. Old Waddington wouldn't have much use for a man like that." "I shouldn't be surprised," Mr. Lynn remarked thoughtfully, "if it was through my affair that he got the sack. Couldn't you do something for him, Mr. Miller--to oblige me, eh?" "If he calls again," Mr. Miller promised, "I will do my best."