"
"Get into the elevator," commanded Kendale; and the boy turned, and
walked over to it, closely followed by his companion, mentally wondering
what in the world had come over courteous, kindly Mr. Lester Armstrong.
CHAPTER XV.
THE NEW BROOM DID NOT SWEEP CLEAN.
Clinton Kendale showed himself to be a thorough actor in carrying out a
part carefully, as he followed the boy through the main office, where
all of the bookkeepers were at work, toward the little office in the
rear.
"Ah, this is indeed comfortable," he exclaimed, flinging himself into a
luxurious leather armchair. "Throw the coat down anywhere, and go," he
said, as the boy stood before him awaiting his dismissal.
"Great Scott! What an elegant nest Lester got himself into!" he
ejaculated, looking about him. "I can enjoy it far better than he could,
though I don't expect to be cooped up here more than an hour or two a
day. Those fellows out there in the outer office are paid to do the
work, and I'll be hanged if they shan't do it--every bit of it.
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