"You didn't?" he sneered. "Well, who did, then? We haven't any cat to do it."
I was on the point of saying it was a two-legged cat, but thinking he would not relish the joke, replied:
"I don't know. Gus was here."
"My son? Impossible! I left him at home half an hour ago."
"He was here not ten minutes since," I said.
"I don't believe it? Besides, why should he make a pig-pen of the office, answer me that?" stormed Uncle Felix.
"Because he knew I had just cleaned it up, and he wanted to get even with me for that row we had yesterday."
"A likely story, I must say! As if Augustus wasn't beyond such childishness! You did this yourself. I want you to clean it up at once."
"I didn't do" I began.
"Not another word! Clean it up, I say."
My uncle was in such a savage humor I knew it would be useless for me to attempt to reason with him. So getting a sponge and some water, I began to clean up the muss on the desk. I had hardly cleaned the writing-pad when my uncle stopped me.
"If you are going to take all day, do the job when
