The Yale expositor., 1921-09-08
PART I-Contlnued.

dolph: "Pm not taking your job just
for tonight; I'm going to hold It. The
only thing / want you to promise is
that you'll keep your trap closed II
you see any ads in the personal col
umns looking for me-"
"How do / know you won't lift the
car and whoOp IT up fer New Haven?"
Randolph fixed him in the eye.
"You know won't. because 1 say
IT,"
"Sure-that's all right, boss" said
the driver conciliatingly. mo bones
broke. Now, there's just one thing
more: have you figgered that It's FIVE
hours TO the opening of secondhand
Sixth avenue or the Bowery. an I'd
have to wear those clothes Of yourn
all that time?'
whats the matter with these
ciOthes" asked Randolph, a little
peeved. "Well, you've heard my offer.
Take II or leave It,"
"Sure I'll take II" said the driver
promptly. "If wasn't a-goin' to have
took It from the first, what would "a
been standin' here talkin' forr'
Whereupon they entered to the
cramped privacy OF the cab and ex-
changed garments. Randolph was
ready In ten minutes. but II took him
another ten to complete the apparel
ing Of the puzzled chauffeur That
worthy added to his investiture in
Randolphs best evening suit a sickly
grin.
Say" he asked, "how do l lookT'
Mr.. Randolph surveyed him.
"Oh, you'll do, all right. You look
about the way would If I'd been on
bat Better have few drinks, If you
can find them, and the world will fall
for your clothes. What time do turn
the wagon In, and what time do l go
on again7 Do you bunk at the garage.
by any chanceT
'Never you mind where bunk"
said the ex-cabman suspiciously.
"D'you think I'm goin' to throw In q
happy home for two hundred7 You're
on the night shift for this week. Read
the rules and regulations when you
get to the garage. Say good-by to the
boys for me an tell the manager to go
TO blazes."
They followed this remark out Of
the cab; the tough In fops clothing
cranked the car and turned westward,
as previously chronicled, while Mr..
Randolph, now substitute to Patrick
O'Reilly as driver OF the Village Cab
company's No. 1893, hurled his char
lot eastward, not to meet the morning,
Miss Thornton, but In search Of the
residence Of the head of the legal firm
charged with the duty Of carrying out
the instructions Of the defunct Mr.
Asa Thornton.
Mr.. Randolph, vice O'Reilly, drew
up at the familiar address In Madison
avenue and laid his car cheek by jowl
with the curb as though anchoring II
for a long stay; then he descended
from the drivers seat, entered the
cab, exclaimed Thanksgiving at finding
a vug. wrapped himself In its warm
folds, curled mp on the seat and went
to sleep.
arm of the Law reached In and dragged
him back from the Elysian fields
where he had been wandering hand in
hand with a lovely person dressed in
little velvet toque and very cheap
clothes.
Here, your said the voice of the
Law. Don't you know you can't put
up a hotel in this burg without a II
censei Wot the"
Morning, Oficer," said Randolph,
trying his best to be pleasant "I'm
waiting for my fare. Any regulation
against thatT
Don't pull that stuff on me-" said
the Law. This amt the Tenderloin."
II know IL isn't" remarked Mr.. Ran
1olph. But l happen TO be waiting
for Mr.. Borden Milyuns, Of Milyuns
Branch & Milyuns. Ever heard OF
hmT
sure" said the cop, impressed but
stfil suspicious. He lives here all
reAt but I amt seen him turning