MrToogoodlaughedtoo。Helaughedloudandcheerily。Andthenheaskedasuddenquestion，keepinghiseyeashedidsouponalittlesquareopenwindowwhichcommunicatedbetweenthelandlord’sprivateroomandthebar。Throughthissmallaperturehecouldseeashestoodaportionofthehatwornbythemanwiththerednose。Sincehehadbeenintheroomwiththelandlord，themanwiththerednosehadmovedhisheadtwice，oneachoccasiondrawinghimselfcloserintohiscorner；butMrToogood，bymovingalso，hadstillcontrivedtokeepamorselofthathatinsight。Helaughedcheerilyatthelandlord’sjoke，andthenheaskedasuddenquestion——lookingatthemorselofthathatashedidso。

　　’MrStringer，’saidhe，’howdoyoupayyourrent，andtowhomdoyoupayit？’Therewasimmediatelyajerkinthehat，andthenitdisappeared。Toogood，steppingtotheopendoor，sawthatthered—nosedclerkhadtakenhishatoffandwasverybusyathisaccounts。

　　’HowdoIpaymyrent？’saidMrStringer，thelandlord。’Well，sir，sincethiscursedgouthasbeensobad，it’shardenoughtopayitatallsometimes。Youain’theretolookforit，sir，areyou？’

　　’NotI，’saidToogood。’Itwasonlyachancequestion。’HefeltthathehadnothingmoretodowithMrStringer，thelandlord。MrStringer，thelandlord，knewnothingaboutMrSoames’scheque。’What’sthenameofyourclerk？’saidhe。

　　’Thenameofmyclerk？’saidMrStringer。’Whydoyouwanttoknowthenameofmyclerk？’

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