Tutt and Mr. Tutt
"Oh, yes, you do!" he assured her. "You want to do just what I tell you, don't you?"
"Of course," she answered. "But I thought you didn't like Mr. Badger's oil company."
"Whether I like it or not makes no difference. I want you to say just what I tell you."
"Oh, very well, Mr. Tutt."
"Then you must tell him about the note, and that first it will have to be paid off."
"Yes."
"And then you must hand him a letter which I will dictate to you now."
She flushed slightly, her eyes bright with excitement.
"You're sure it's perfectly honest, Mr. Tutt? I wouldn't want to do anything unfair!"
"Would you be honest with a burglar?"
"But Mr. Badger isn't a burglar!"
"No—he's only about a thousand times worse. He's a robber of widows and orphans. He isn't man enough to take a chance at housebreaking."
"I don't know what you mean," she sighed. "Where shall I write?"
Mr. Tutt cleared a space upon his desk, handed her a pad and dipped a pen in the ink while she took off her gloves.
"Address the note to the bank," he directed.
She did so.
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