"Eve'ywhere, suh--not a scrap."
"I will hunt him up;" and Fitz hurried down to Klutchem's office in
the hope of either intercepting the challenge or of pacifying the
object of the colonel's wrath, if by any good chance the letter should
have been delayed until the morning.
In ten minutes he returned with the mystifying news that Mr. Klutchem's
letters had been sent to his apartment the night before, and that a
telegram had just been received notifying his clerks that he would not
be down that day.
"Escaped, suh, has he? Run like a dog! Like a yaller dog as he is!
Where has he gone?"
"After a policeman, I guess," said Fitz.
The colonel stopped, and an expression of profound contempt overspread
his face.
"If the gentleman has fallen so low, suh, that he proposes to go about
with a constable taggin' after his heels, you can tell him, suh, that
he is safe even from my boot."
Then he shut the door of the private office in undisguised disgust,
leaving Fitz and me on the outside.
"What are we going to do, Major?" said Fitz, now really anxious.
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