Breen!
Breen! Peter, where have I heard that name before? Breen--where
the devil have I--Oh, yes--I've got it now. Quite a common name,
isn't it?"
Jack assured him with a laugh that it was; there were more than a
hundred in the city directory. He wasn't offended at Morris
forgetting his name, and wanted him to see it.
"Glad to know it; wouldn't like to think you were mixed up in the
swindle. You ought to thank your stars, my dear fellow, that you
got into architecture instead of into Wall--"
"But I am in--"
"Yes, I know--you're with Hunt--" (another instance of a defective
memory) "and you couldn't be with a better man--the best in the
profession, really. I'm talking of some scoundrels of your name--
Breen & Co., the firm is--who, I hear, have cheated one of my
clients--young Gilbert--fine fellow--just married--persuaded him
to buy some gold stock--Mukton Lode, I think they called it--and
robbed him of all he has. He must stop on his house I hear. And
now, my dear Miss--" here he turned to the young girl--"I really
forget--"
"Ruth," she answered with a smile.
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