Suddenly he
checked himself, glanced at his watch, apologized for consuming so
much of His Honour's valuable time, expressed himself felicitated at
knowing the Mayor, gracefully expressed his appreciation for the
encouragement given his enterprise, and departed. When he had gone,
Mayor Poundstone declared to his secretary that without doubt Ogilvy
was the livest, keenest fellow that had struck Sequoia since the
advent of old John Cardigan.
Half an hour later the Mayor's telephone-bell rang. Buck Ogilvy was
on the line. "I beg your pardon for bothering you with my affairs
twice in the same day, Mr. Mayor," he announced deprecatingly, "but
the fact is, a condition has just arisen which necessitates the
immediate employment of an attorney. The job is not a very important
one and almost any lawyer would do, but in view of the fact that we
must, sooner or later, employ an attorney to look after our interests
locally, it occurred to me that I might as well make the selection of
a permanent attorney now. I am a stranger in this city Mr.
Poundstone. Would it be imposing on your consideration if I asked you
to recommend such a person?"
"Why, not at all, not at all! Delighted to help you, Mr. Ogilvy. Let
me see, now. There are several attorneys in Sequoia, all men of
excellent ability and unimpeachable integrity, whom I can recommend
with the utmost pleasure.
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