As he
examined it closely and counted what money he had left, the outlook took
on a most gloomy hue. He was confident that he did not have coin
enough to pay half his hotel bill alone, not to think of getting home.
After studying the matter over for some time he came to the conclusion
that the only course he could pursue was frankly to confess to the
landlord how he was situated and offer to leave his rubber suit until
he could return home and send for it. Then he would go to Queenstown and
see if he could not procure a position on some vessel bound for
America. Just as he came to this conclusion he was interrupted by a
knock at the door.
"Ten to one it's the landlord with my bill," thought Paul.
When he opened the door he was confronted by an energetic, little man
who talked with great rapidity.
"Captain Paul Boyton, I believe, sir. Here is my card, I thought I would
bring it up myself to save time. I have a great scheme for you. Go on,
proceed with your dressing and I will talk about it. I am the manager of
the Opera Company now playing at Munster Hall and I have a scheme by
which you and I will make a considerable amount of money. I presume you
are not averse to making money?" looking inquiringly at Paul.
"Well, no," responded Paul.
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