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And
on
the
way
down
,
noting
another
friendly
Negro
in
charge
,
he
asked
:
"
Do
you
know
if
there
's
a
gents
'
furnishing
store
anywhere
around
here
?
"
"
One
in
the
building
,
captain
,
right
outside
the
south
lobby
,
"
replied
the
Negro
,
and
Clyde
hurried
there
,
greatly
relieved
.
Yet
he
felt
odd
and
strange
in
his
close-fitting
uniform
and
his
peculiar
hat
.
All
the
time
he
was
troubled
by
the
notion
that
his
small
,
round
,
tight-fitting
hat
might
fall
off
.
And
he
kept
pressing
it
furtively
and
yet
firmly
down
.
And
bustling
into
the
haberdasher
's
,
which
was
blazing
with
lights
outside
,
he
exclaimed
,
"
I
want
to
get
a
pair
of
Boston
silk
garters
.
"
"
All
right
,
son
,
here
you
are
,
"
replied
a
sleek
,
short
man
with
bright
,
bald
head
,
pink
face
and
gold-rimmed
glasses
.
"
For
some
one
in
the
hotel
,
I
presume
?
Well
,
we
'll
make
that
seventy-five
cents
,
and
here
's
a
dime
for
you
,
"
he
remarked
as
he
wrapped
up
the
package
and
dropped
the
dollar
in
the
cash
register
.
"
I
always
like
to
do
the
right
thing
by
you
boys
in
there
because
I
know
you
come
to
me
whenever
you
can
.
"
Clyde
took
the
dime
and
the
package
,
not
knowing
quite
what
to
think
.
The
garters
must
be
seventy-five
cents
--
he
said
so
.
Hence
only
twenty-five
cents
need
to
be
returned
to
the
man
.
Then
the
dime
was
his
.
And
now
,
maybe
--
would
the
man
really
give
him
another
tip
?
He
hurried
back
into
the
hotel
and
up
to
the
elevators
.
The
strains
of
a
string
orchestra
somewhere
were
filling
the
lobby
with
delightful
sounds
.
People
were
moving
here
and
there
--
so
well
-
dressed
,
so
much
at
ease
,
so
very
different
from
most
of
the
people
in
the
streets
or
anywhere
,
as
he
saw
it
.
An
elevator
door
flew
open
.
Various
guests
entered
.
Then
Clyde
and
another
bell-boy
who
gave
him
an
interested
glance
.
At
the
sixth
floor
the
boy
departed
.
At
the
eighth
Clyde
and
an
old
lady
stepped
forth
.
He
hurried
to
the
door
of
his
guest
and
tapped
.
The
man
opened
it
,
somewhat
more
fully
dressed
than
before
.
He
had
on
a
pair
of
trousers
and
was
shaving
.
"
Back
,
eh
,
"
he
called
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
replied
Clyde
,
handing
him
the
package
and
change
.
"
He
said
it
was
seventy-five
cents
.
"
"
He
's
a
damned
robber
,
but
you
can
keep
the
change
,
just
the
same
,
"
he
replied
,
handing
him
the
quarter
and
closing
the
door
.
Clyde
stood
there
,
quite
spellbound
for
the
fraction
of
a
second
.
"
Thirty-five
cents
"
--
he
thought
--
"
thirty-five
cents
.
"
And
for
one
little
short
errand
.
Could
that
really
be
the
way
things
went
here
?
It
could
n't
be
,
really
.
It
was
n't
possible
--
not
always
.
