The next morning I hastened to where my brother was employed and met him coming out of the office with a number of bills that he was to collect. I told him how I had“committed”him and added that if he didn’t care to keep the engagement I should be delighted to continue the impersonation.
“That’s queer,”he said thoughtfully.“Margovan is the only man in the office here whom I know well and like. When he came in this morning and we had passed the usual greetings some singular impulse prompted me to say:‘Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr. Margovan, but I neglected to ask your address.’I got the address, but what under the sun I was to do with it, I did not know until now. It’s good of you to offer to take the consequence of your impudence, but I’ll eat that dinner myself, if you please.”