I 'm sorry for that! But the fact is I 'm rather in a hurry, and have come for Mr. Brassington's Green Overcoat."
"Yes, Mr. Kirby, certainly," said the shopkeeper.
He did not understand this race which was not his, but he knew perfectly well that Mr. Kirby would not betray him.
"Very glad you 've called, Mr. Kirby. I just got it done up to send round to Mr. Brassington's this minute. My assistant took it in, sir."
"I" began the non-Pole.
"Silence!" thundered Mr. Kirby to his compatriot, and Mr. Lipsky was very grateful.
Mr. Lipsky continued eagerly—
"You 'll find it all right, Mr. Kirby. There 's the cheque book in the pocket, that 's how I knew it!"
"Yes, of course," said Mr. Kirby airily, "that 's all right."
"You won't take it, Mr. Kirby," said Mr. Lipsky respectfully; "I 'll have it sent."
"Yes, certainly," nodded Mr. Kirby, as he went out of the shop. "No hurry, any time this afternoon—to my private house, not my office, you know."
Mr. Lipsky came to the door and smiled
