CHAPTER V
MR. THOMAS TROTTER HEARS SOMETHING TO HIS ADVANTAGE
TWO days later Thomas Trotter turned up at the old book shop of J. Bramble, in Lexington Avenue.
"Well," he said, as he took his pipe out of his pocket and began to stuff tobacco into it, "I've got the sack."
"Got the sack?" exclaimed Mr. Bramble, blinking through his horn-rimmed spectacles. "You can't be serious."
"It's the gospel truth," affirmed Mr. Trotter, depositing his long, graceful body in a rocking chair facing the sheet-iron stove at the back of the shop. "Got my walking papers last night, Bramby."
"What's wrong? I thought you were a fixture on the job. What have you been up to?"
"I'm blessed if I know," said the young man, shaking his head slowly. "Kicked out without notice, that's all I know about it. Two weeks' pay handed me; and a simple statement that he was putting some one on in my place today."
"Not even a reference?"
"He offered me a good one," said Trotter ironically. "Said he would give me the best send-off a chauffeur ever had. I told him I couldn't accept a reference and a discharge from the same employer."
"Rather foolish, don't you think?"
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