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tlemen who call at your master's
house when he's away."
"You'll excuse me, sah," said Sam.
"There ain't no gentlemen calls when
the master's away."
"Would $10 change your opinion?"
inquired the shabby little dectective.
"It might,' 'said Sam, "if there was
any. But seeing there ain't, it would
Sam swung on his heel, but the lit
tle man came hurrying after him, and
began speaking rapidly, in tense
whispers. He flaunted the $10 bill
under Sam's nose again. Sam caught
him by the collar and shook his huge
black fist under his nose.
The next day there was another
man in his place, who took no notice
Sam could not help seeing the mail
and he recognized the writing of cer
tain letters very well. He was at his
wits' end how to proceed. Once he
caught the second shabby man at
tempting to enter the house in the
guise of a gas inspector, just after
the postman called. The second man
had the mail in his hand when Sam'
collared him and pushed him into the
"Sam," said his mistress, "you can
start on your vacation tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am, thank you," said
"You can take your two full weeks
and your money "
"Oh, Lord, Mis' Ammt, I don't want
to go now," said Sam imploringly.
His look might have melted a stone,
but Mrs. Ammt was seized with fury.
"I'm tired of your spying about
me," she cried, stamping her foot "I
tell you to go and afterward you
can report to Mr. Ammt for instruc
tions." "Yes, ma'am," said Sam humbly.
He went after breakfast, but was
back at his post that afternoon. He
came in at an hour when he knew his
mistress would be out and the serv
ants engaged. He came in softly
through the front door, with his mis
tress' spare key, and went to his
room. Nobody would be likely to,
trouble him there or to suspect his.
It was a big house. The servants
downstairs could not hear what went
on in the drawing rooms. But Sam's
ears heard the unmistakable but soft
click of a key in the latch. He was
down the stairs like a panther be
fore the man who was coming up
had reached the top of the first flight.
And yet, swiftly as he moved, he had'
caught a glimpse of Lily Ammt, seat
ed upon the lounge under the electric
light, pretending to read, and waiting
for the man she loved with all her
He knew, too, that the second
shabby man was somewhere in the
Sam's voice rose loud at the head
of the first flight of stairs.
"Mis' Ammt's very sorry, Mr.
Trent, sir," said Sam. "She's very
sorry she can't see you this evening.
You see, sir, Mr. Ammt's away on
Sam's heart almost melted as he
looked into the despairing face of the
man in front of him. Upstairs he
heard the rustle of the pages cease
and he knew that Lily Ammt had
"Mr. Ammt asked me to say how
sorry he was, sir," continued Sam,
standing implacably in front of
"He did, eh?" stammered Trent
"Who the dickens are you?"
"Why, I'm Sam, sir," answered
Sam. "Never had any other name, I
reckon. Don't you remember seeing
me, sir, when you called on Mr. and
Mrs. Ammt last month? It was me
handed you the cigar box, sir."
That was the height of Sam's in
ventive ability. He had never seen
Trent in his life before and Trent
had certainly never called there.
As the man turned away and be
gan to descend the stairs Sam fol
lowed him. In the hall he looked up
at him imploringly. "You see, sirr
Mis' Lily's my charge, sir," he said,?