This once I'll give you
five dollars, but hereafter, you must keep within your allowance."
"Can't you make it ten?"
"No, I can't," said his father, shortly.
Guy rose from the table, and left the room, whistling.
"The old man's getting mean," he said. "If he doesn't allow me more,
I shall have to get in debt."
As Guy left the room, the mail was brought in. On one of the
envelopes, Mr. Roscoe saw the name of his lawyer. He did not think
much of it, supposing it related to some minor matter of business.
The letter ran thus:
"ALLAN ROSCOE, ESQ.:
"DEAR SIR: Be kind enough to come up to the city at once. Business
of great importance demands your attention.
"Yours respectfully, TIMOTHY TAPE."
"Mr. Tape is unusually mysterious," said Allan Roscoe to himself,
shrugging his shoulders. "I will go up to-day. I have nothing to
keep me at home."
Mr. Roscoe ordered the carriage, and drove to the depot. Guy,
noticing his departure, asked permission to accompany him.
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