? ? ? ? 'Carter! I say, Carter!'
? ? ? ? Percy Cuthfert was frightened at the look on the clerk's face, and he made haste to put the table between them.
? ? ? ? Carter Weatherbee followed, without haste and without enthusiasm. There was neither pity nor passion in his face, but rather the patient, stolid look of one who has certain work to do and goes about it methodically.
? ? ? ? 'I say, what's the matter?'
? ? ? ? The clerk dodged back, cutting off his retreat to the door, but never opening his mouth.
? ? ? ? 'I say, Carter, I say; let's talk.
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