are not willing you can leave it—and go to the devil! Sit down."
Ashe sat down. He resented the little man's tone, but this was not the moment for saying so. His companion scrutinized him narrowly.
"So far as appearance goes," he said, "you are what I want." Ashe felt inclined to bow. "Whoever takes on this job has got to act as my valet, and you look like a valet." Ashe felt less inclined to bow.
"You're tall and thin and ordinary-looking. Yes; so far as appearance goes, you fill the bill."
It seemed to Ashe that it was time to correct an impression the little man appeared to have formed.
"I am afraid," he said, "if all you want is a valet, you will have to look elsewhere. I got the idea from your advertisement that something rather more exciting was in the air. I can recommend you to several good employment agencies if you wish." He rose.