Maybe it was thinkin' about what a dead slow time he was havin' that gives me the cue to stir up that lovely mess, or perhaps it was because the thing was sprung on me so unexpected. It come one day when I was busy drawin' pictures of Piddie on the blotter. I hears a giggle, and squints up to see a pair that looked as if they'd just broke away from an afternoon tea. He was a husky youth in a frock coat, with a face like a full moon and a voice that didn't call for any megaphone. The other was a her, and she was a bundle of tuttifrutti, the kind you see floatin' by in sixty horsepowers, all veils and furs and eyes. "Hello, sonny," says he, swingin' up to the brass gate, wearin' a four-inch grin. "Where's the Great Skid?" "Give it up," says I. "Have you tried the Zoo?" "He-haw!" says he, with the stops all out and a forced draft on. "That's a good one, that is! But we haven't much time and we're looking for Skid. Where do you keep him?" "Say," says I, "we've got a lot of freaks on tap; but we're just out of Skids. Anything else do?" Then she comes to the front. "Don't be such a silly, Dicky!" says she. "It isn't likely they call him that here. Tell the young man it's Bert Mallory we wish to see." "You're right, Sis, right as usual," says Dick. "It's Mallory we're looking for." "Oh!" says I. "Mister Mallory?" "There now, Dicky!" says she, pokin' him with her elbow and touchin' off another giggle. "Didn't I tell you?" "He-haw!" says Dicky. "Mister Mallory, of course." But I didn't feel he-hawy a bit; for it was up to me to tow Mallory's swell college chum and his sister in where the boy was jugglin' the file cases. And them lookin' for him to be sittin' in a swing chair with his name painted big on the door! That was when I dug up my fool thought. "Cards!" says I. "I'll see if Mr. Mallory's got through consultin' with the general manager." "Oh!" gurgles Sis. "Doesn't that sound business like, though? I suppose Skid--er--Mr. Mallory is quite a busy man, isn't he?" "Busy," says I. "Say, you don't think he has all of us around here to play marbles, do you, miss?" Sis, she gets mighty int'rested at that. "He's a very important man now, isn't he?" says she. "Chee, yes!" says I. "He's I-double-it around here." "Isn't that fine?" says Sis. "But I hope he can see us." "Oh, I'll fix that all right," says I. With that I slides through two doors and into Mr. Robert's room. He's still out to lunch, of course, it bein' only about two o'clock; so I unlocks the corridor door that he don't use and skips across into the general offices. "Say," says I to Mallory, "you're wanted in the boss's office. No, not the old man's; Mr. Robert's. Skin into your coat and come along." Never fazes him a bit. He just hunches his shoulders, knocks the dust off his hands, and trots after. When I gets him in there I tells him to wait a minute, and then I goes out through the right way and lugs in Dicky and sister.