CHAPTER XI 

THE MAN AT THE ASTOR 

The duties of Master Pugsy Maloney at the offices of _Cosy Moments_ were not heavy; and he was accustomed to occupy his large store of leisure by reading narratives dealing with life in the prairies, which he acquired at a neighbouring shop at cut rates in consideration of their being shop-soiled. It was while he was engrossed in one of these, on the morning following the visit of Mr. Parker, that the seedy-looking man made his appearance. He walked in from the street, and stood before Master Maloney. 

"Hey, kid," he said. 

Pugsy looked up with some hauteur. He resented being addressed as "kid" by perfect strangers. 

"Editor in, Tommy?" inquired the man. 

Pugsy by this time had taken a thorough dislike to him. To be called "kid" was bad. The subtle insult of "Tommy" was still worse. 

"Nope," he said curtly, fixing his eyes again on his book. A movement on the part of the visitor attracted his attention. The seedy man was making for the door of the inner room. Pugsy instantly ceased to be the student and became the man of action. He sprang from his seat and wriggled in between the man and the door. 

"Youse can't butt in dere," he said authoritatively. "Chase yerself." 

The man eyed him with displeasure. 

"Fresh kid!" he observed disapprovingly. 

"Fade away," urged Master Maloney. 

The visitor's reply was to extend a hand and grasp Pugsy's left ear between a long finger and thumb. Since time began, small boys in every country have had but one answer for this action. Pugsy made it. He emitted a piercing squeal in which pain, fear, and resentment strove for supremacy. 
What does he say?
Hey, kid," he said