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READ AND FIND OUT
• Why is the lawyer sent to New Mullion? What does
he first think about the place?
• Who befriends him? Where does he take him?
• What does he say about Lutkins?
AFTER graduating with honours, I became a junior assistant clerk in a
magnificent law firm. I was sent, not to prepare legal briefs, but to
serve summons, like a cheap private detective. I had to go to dirty and
shadowy corners of the city to seek out my victims. Some of the larger
and more self-confident ones even beat me up. I hated this unpleasant
work, and the side of city life it revealed to me. I even considered
fleeing to my hometown, where I could have been a real lawyer right
away, without going through this unpleasant training period.
So I rejoiced one day when they sent me out forty miles in the
country, to a town called New Mullion, to serve summons on a man
called Oliver Lutkins. We needed this man as a witness in a law case,
and he had ignored all our letters.
When I got to New Mullion, my eager expectations of a sweet and
simple country village were severely disappointed. Its streets were
rivers of mud, with rows of wooden shops, either painted a sour brown,
or bare of any paint at all. The only agreeable sight about the place
was the delivery man at the station. He was about forty, red-faced,
cheerful, and thick about the middle. His working clothes were dirty
and well-worn, and he had a friendly manner. You felt at once that
he liked people.
“I want,” I told him, “to find a man named Oliver Lutkins.”
A young lawyer comes to a village to serve
summons on Oliver Lutkins. A friendly
hack driver takes him round the village in
search of Lutkins. Does he find him?
Who Lutkins? is
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READ AND FIND OUT
• Why is the lawyer sent to New Mullion? What does
he first think about the place?
• Who befriends him? Where does he take him?
• What does he say about Lutkins?
AFTER graduating with honours, I became a junior assistant clerk in a
magnificent law firm. I was sent, not to prepare legal briefs, but to
serve summons, like a cheap private detective. I had to go to dirty and
shadowy corners of the city to seek out my victims. Some of the larger
and more self-confident ones even beat me up. I hated this unpleasant
work, and the side of city life it revealed to me. I even considered
fleeing to my hometown, where I could have been a real lawyer right
away, without going through this unpleasant training period.
So I rejoiced one day when they sent me out forty miles in the
country, to a town called New Mullion, to serve summons on a man
called Oliver Lutkins. We needed this man as a witness in a law case,
and he had ignored all our letters.
When I got to New Mullion, my eager expectations of a sweet and
simple country village were severely disappointed. Its streets were
rivers of mud, with rows of wooden shops, either painted a sour brown,
or bare of any paint at all. The only agreeable sight about the place
was the delivery man at the station. He was about forty, red-faced,
cheerful, and thick about the middle. His working clothes were dirty
and well-worn, and he had a friendly manner. You felt at once that
he liked people.
“I want,” I told him, “to find a man named Oliver Lutkins.”
A young lawyer comes to a village to serve
summons on Oliver Lutkins. A friendly
hack driver takes him round the village in
search of Lutkins. Does he find him?
Who Lutkins? is
The Hack Driver
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“Lutkins? I saw him around here about an hour ago. Hard fellow to
catch though — always up to something or other. He’s probably trying
to start up a poker game in the back of Fritz’s shop. I’ll tell you, boy —
is there any hurry about locating Lutkins?”
“Yes. I want to catch the afternoon train back to the city.” I was
very important and secret about it.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ve got a hack. I’ll get it out and we can drive around
together and find Lutkins. I know most of the places he hangs out.”
He was so open and friendly that I glowed with the warmth of his
affection. I knew, of course, that he wanted the business, but his
kindness was real. I was glad the fare money would go to this good
fellow. I managed to bargain down to two dollars an hour, and then he
brought from his house nearby a sort of large black box on wheels. He
remarked, “Well, young man, here’s the carriage,” and his wide smile
made me into an old friend. These villagers are so ready to help a
stranger. He had already made it his own task to find Oliver Lutkins
for me.
He said, “I don’t want to interfere, young fellow, but my guess is
that you want to collect some money from Lutkins. He never pays
anybody a cent. He still owes me fifty cents on a poker game I was fool
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READ AND FIND OUT
• Why is the lawyer sent to New Mullion? What does
he first think about the place?
• Who befriends him? Where does he take him?
• What does he say about Lutkins?
AFTER graduating with honours, I became a junior assistant clerk in a
magnificent law firm. I was sent, not to prepare legal briefs, but to
serve summons, like a cheap private detective. I had to go to dirty and
shadowy corners of the city to seek out my victims. Some of the larger
and more self-confident ones even beat me up. I hated this unpleasant
work, and the side of city life it revealed to me. I even considered
fleeing to my hometown, where I could have been a real lawyer right
away, without going through this unpleasant training period.
So I rejoiced one day when they sent me out forty miles in the
country, to a town called New Mullion, to serve summons on a man
called Oliver Lutkins. We needed this man as a witness in a law case,
and he had ignored all our letters.
When I got to New Mullion, my eager expectations of a sweet and
simple country village were severely disappointed. Its streets were
rivers of mud, with rows of wooden shops, either painted a sour brown,
or bare of any paint at all. The only agreeable sight about the place
was the delivery man at the station. He was about forty, red-faced,
cheerful, and thick about the middle. His working clothes were dirty
and well-worn, and he had a friendly manner. You felt at once that
he liked people.
“I want,” I told him, “to find a man named Oliver Lutkins.”
A young lawyer comes to a village to serve
summons on Oliver Lutkins. A friendly
hack driver takes him round the village in
search of Lutkins. Does he find him?
Who Lutkins? is
The Hack Driver
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“Lutkins? I saw him around here about an hour ago. Hard fellow to
catch though — always up to something or other. He’s probably trying
to start up a poker game in the back of Fritz’s shop. I’ll tell you, boy —
is there any hurry about locating Lutkins?”
“Yes. I want to catch the afternoon train back to the city.” I was
very important and secret about it.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ve got a hack. I’ll get it out and we can drive around
together and find Lutkins. I know most of the places he hangs out.”
He was so open and friendly that I glowed with the warmth of his
affection. I knew, of course, that he wanted the business, but his
kindness was real. I was glad the fare money would go to this good
fellow. I managed to bargain down to two dollars an hour, and then he
brought from his house nearby a sort of large black box on wheels. He
remarked, “Well, young man, here’s the carriage,” and his wide smile
made me into an old friend. These villagers are so ready to help a
stranger. He had already made it his own task to find Oliver Lutkins
for me.
He said, “I don’t want to interfere, young fellow, but my guess is
that you want to collect some money from Lutkins. He never pays
anybody a cent. He still owes me fifty cents on a poker game I was fool
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enough to play with him. He’s not really bad, but it’s hard to make him
part with his money. If you try to collect from him, in those fancy
clothes, he’ll be suspicious and get away from you. If you want I’ll go
into Fritz’s and ask for him, and you can keep out of sight behind me.”
I loved him for this. By myself, I might never have found Lutkins.
With the hack driver’s knowing help, I was sure of getting my man. I
took him into my confidence and told him that I wanted to serve the
summons on Lutkins — that the man had refused to be a witness,
when his information would have quickly settled our case. The driver
listened earnestly. At the end, he hit me on the shoulder and laughed,
“Well, we’ll give Brother Lutkins a little surprise.”
“Let’s start, driver.”
“Most folks around here call me Bill or Magnuson. My business is
called ‘William Magnuson Fancy Carting and Hacking’.”
“All right, Bill. Shall we proceed to Fritz’s”.
“Yes, Lutkins is just as likely to be there as anywhere. Plays a lot of
poker. He’s good at deceiving people.” Bill seemed to admire Lutkins’
talent for dishonesty. I felt that if he had been a policeman, he would
have caught Lutkins respectfully, and jailed him with regret.
Bill led me into Fritz’s. “Have you seen Oliver Lutkins around today?
Friend of his looking for him,” said Bill cheerily.
Fritz looked at me, hiding behind Bill. He hesitated, and then
admitted, “Yes, he was in here a little while ago. Guess he’s gone over
to Gustaff’s to get a shave.”
“Well, if he comes in, tell him I’m looking for him.”
We drove to Gustaff’s barber shop. Again Bill went in first, and I
lingered at the door. He asked not only the Swede but two customers if
they had seen Lutkins. The Swede had not. He said angrily, “I haven’t
seen him, and don’t care to. But if you find him you can just collect
that dollar thirty-five he owes me.” One of the customers thought he
had seen Lutkins walking down Main Street, this side of the hotel.
As we climbed back into the hack, Bill concluded that since Lutkins
had exhausted his credit at Gustaff’s he had probably gone to Gray’s
for a shave. At Gray’s barber shop we missed Lutkins by only five
minutes. He had just left — probably for the poolroom. At the poolroom
it appeared that he had just bought a pack of cigarettes and gone
out. So we pursued him, just behind him but never catching him, for
an hour till it was past one o’clock. I was hungry. But I had so enjoyed
Bill’s rough country opinions about his neighbours that I scarcely
cared whether I found Lutkins or not.
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READ AND FIND OUT
• Why is the lawyer sent to New Mullion? What does
he first think about the place?
• Who befriends him? Where does he take him?
• What does he say about Lutkins?
AFTER graduating with honours, I became a junior assistant clerk in a
magnificent law firm. I was sent, not to prepare legal briefs, but to
serve summons, like a cheap private detective. I had to go to dirty and
shadowy corners of the city to seek out my victims. Some of the larger
and more self-confident ones even beat me up. I hated this unpleasant
work, and the side of city life it revealed to me. I even considered
fleeing to my hometown, where I could have been a real lawyer right
away, without going through this unpleasant training period.
So I rejoiced one day when they sent me out forty miles in the
country, to a town called New Mullion, to serve summons on a man
called Oliver Lutkins. We needed this man as a witness in a law case,
and he had ignored all our letters.
When I got to New Mullion, my eager expectations of a sweet and
simple country village were severely disappointed. Its streets were
rivers of mud, with rows of wooden shops, either painted a sour brown,
or bare of any paint at all. The only agreeable sight about the place
was the delivery man at the station. He was about forty, red-faced,
cheerful, and thick about the middle. His working clothes were dirty
and well-worn, and he had a friendly manner. You felt at once that
he liked people.
“I want,” I told him, “to find a man named Oliver Lutkins.”
A young lawyer comes to a village to serve
summons on Oliver Lutkins. A friendly
hack driver takes him round the village in
search of Lutkins. Does he find him?
Who Lutkins? is
The Hack Driver
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“Lutkins? I saw him around here about an hour ago. Hard fellow to
catch though — always up to something or other. He’s probably trying
to start up a poker game in the back of Fritz’s shop. I’ll tell you, boy —
is there any hurry about locating Lutkins?”
“Yes. I want to catch the afternoon train back to the city.” I was
very important and secret about it.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ve got a hack. I’ll get it out and we can drive around
together and find Lutkins. I know most of the places he hangs out.”
He was so open and friendly that I glowed with the warmth of his
affection. I knew, of course, that he wanted the business, but his
kindness was real. I was glad the fare money would go to this good
fellow. I managed to bargain down to two dollars an hour, and then he
brought from his house nearby a sort of large black box on wheels. He
remarked, “Well, young man, here’s the carriage,” and his wide smile
made me into an old friend. These villagers are so ready to help a
stranger. He had already made it his own task to find Oliver Lutkins
for me.
He said, “I don’t want to interfere, young fellow, but my guess is
that you want to collect some money from Lutkins. He never pays
anybody a cent. He still owes me fifty cents on a poker game I was fool
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enough to play with him. He’s not really bad, but it’s hard to make him
part with his money. If you try to collect from him, in those fancy
clothes, he’ll be suspicious and get away from you. If you want I’ll go
into Fritz’s and ask for him, and you can keep out of sight behind me.”
I loved him for this. By myself, I might never have found Lutkins.
With the hack driver’s knowing help, I was sure of getting my man. I
took him into my confidence and told him that I wanted to serve the
summons on Lutkins — that the man had refused to be a witness,
when his information would have quickly settled our case. The driver
listened earnestly. At the end, he hit me on the shoulder and laughed,
“Well, we’ll give Brother Lutkins a little surprise.”
“Let’s start, driver.”
“Most folks around here call me Bill or Magnuson. My business is
called ‘William Magnuson Fancy Carting and Hacking’.”
“All right, Bill. Shall we proceed to Fritz’s”.
“Yes, Lutkins is just as likely to be there as anywhere. Plays a lot of
poker. He’s good at deceiving people.” Bill seemed to admire Lutkins’
talent for dishonesty. I felt that if he had been a policeman, he would
have caught Lutkins respectfully, and jailed him with regret.
Bill led me into Fritz’s. “Have you seen Oliver Lutkins around today?
Friend of his looking for him,” said Bill cheerily.
Fritz looked at me, hiding behind Bill. He hesitated, and then
admitted, “Yes, he was in here a little while ago. Guess he’s gone over
to Gustaff’s to get a shave.”
“Well, if he comes in, tell him I’m looking for him.”
We drove to Gustaff’s barber shop. Again Bill went in first, and I
lingered at the door. He asked not only the Swede but two customers if
they had seen Lutkins. The Swede had not. He said angrily, “I haven’t
seen him, and don’t care to. But if you find him you can just collect
that dollar thirty-five he owes me.” One of the customers thought he
had seen Lutkins walking down Main Street, this side of the hotel.
As we climbed back into the hack, Bill concluded that since Lutkins
had exhausted his credit at Gustaff’s he had probably gone to Gray’s
for a shave. At Gray’s barber shop we missed Lutkins by only five
minutes. He had just left — probably for the poolroom. At the poolroom
it appeared that he had just bought a pack of cigarettes and gone
out. So we pursued him, just behind him but never catching him, for
an hour till it was past one o’clock. I was hungry. But I had so enjoyed
Bill’s rough country opinions about his neighbours that I scarcely
cared whether I found Lutkins or not.
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“How about something to eat?” I suggested. “Let’s go to a restaurant
and I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Well, I ought to go home to the wife. I don’t care much for these
restaurants — only four of them and they’re all bad. Tell you what
we’ll do. We’ll get the wife to pack up a lunch for us — she won’t charge
you more than half a dollar, and it would cost you more for a greasy
meal in a restaurant — and we’ll go up to Wade’s Hill and enjoy the
view while we eat.”
READ AND FIND OUT
• What more does Bill say about Lutkins and his family?
• Does the narrator serve the summons that day?
• Who is Lutkins?
I know that Bill’s helpfulness to the Young Fellow from the City was
not entirely a matter of brotherly love. I was paying him for his time; in
the end I paid him for six hours (including the lunch hour) at what was
then a very high price. But he was no more dishonest than I. I charged
the whole thing to the firm. But it would have been worth paying him
myself to have his presence. His cheerful country wisdom was very
refreshing to a country boy like myself who was sick of the city. As we
sat on the hilltop, looking over the pastures and creek which slipped
among the trees, he talked of New Mullion, and painted a picture in
words of all the people in it. He noticed everything, but no matter how
much he might laugh at people, he also understood and forgave their
foolishness. He described the minister’s wife who sang the loudest in
church when she was most in debt. He commented on the boys who
came back from college in fancy clothes. He told about the lawyer whose
wife could never succeed in getting him to put on both a collar and a tie
on the same day. He made them all live. On that day I came to know
New Mullion better than I did the city, and to love it better.
Bill didn’t know about colleges and cities, but he had travelled
around a lot of the country, and had had a lot of jobs. From his
adventures he had brought back a philosophy of simplicity and laugher.
He strengthened me.
We left that peaceful scene of meadows and woods, and resumed
our search of Oliver Lutkins. We could not find him. At last Bill cornered
a friend of Lutkins and made him admit what he guessed, “Oliver’s
gone out to his mother’s farm, three miles north.”
We drove out there, laying plans.
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READ AND FIND OUT
• Why is the lawyer sent to New Mullion? What does
he first think about the place?
• Who befriends him? Where does he take him?
• What does he say about Lutkins?
AFTER graduating with honours, I became a junior assistant clerk in a
magnificent law firm. I was sent, not to prepare legal briefs, but to
serve summons, like a cheap private detective. I had to go to dirty and
shadowy corners of the city to seek out my victims. Some of the larger
and more self-confident ones even beat me up. I hated this unpleasant
work, and the side of city life it revealed to me. I even considered
fleeing to my hometown, where I could have been a real lawyer right
away, without going through this unpleasant training period.
So I rejoiced one day when they sent me out forty miles in the
country, to a town called New Mullion, to serve summons on a man
called Oliver Lutkins. We needed this man as a witness in a law case,
and he had ignored all our letters.
When I got to New Mullion, my eager expectations of a sweet and
simple country village were severely disappointed. Its streets were
rivers of mud, with rows of wooden shops, either painted a sour brown,
or bare of any paint at all. The only agreeable sight about the place
was the delivery man at the station. He was about forty, red-faced,
cheerful, and thick about the middle. His working clothes were dirty
and well-worn, and he had a friendly manner. You felt at once that
he liked people.
“I want,” I told him, “to find a man named Oliver Lutkins.”
A young lawyer comes to a village to serve
summons on Oliver Lutkins. A friendly
hack driver takes him round the village in
search of Lutkins. Does he find him?
Who Lutkins? is
The Hack Driver
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“Lutkins? I saw him around here about an hour ago. Hard fellow to
catch though — always up to something or other. He’s probably trying
to start up a poker game in the back of Fritz’s shop. I’ll tell you, boy —
is there any hurry about locating Lutkins?”
“Yes. I want to catch the afternoon train back to the city.” I was
very important and secret about it.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ve got a hack. I’ll get it out and we can drive around
together and find Lutkins. I know most of the places he hangs out.”
He was so open and friendly that I glowed with the warmth of his
affection. I knew, of course, that he wanted the business, but his
kindness was real. I was glad the fare money would go to this good
fellow. I managed to bargain down to two dollars an hour, and then he
brought from his house nearby a sort of large black box on wheels. He
remarked, “Well, young man, here’s the carriage,” and his wide smile
made me into an old friend. These villagers are so ready to help a
stranger. He had already made it his own task to find Oliver Lutkins
for me.
He said, “I don’t want to interfere, young fellow, but my guess is
that you want to collect some money from Lutkins. He never pays
anybody a cent. He still owes me fifty cents on a poker game I was fool
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enough to play with him. He’s not really bad, but it’s hard to make him
part with his money. If you try to collect from him, in those fancy
clothes, he’ll be suspicious and get away from you. If you want I’ll go
into Fritz’s and ask for him, and you can keep out of sight behind me.”
I loved him for this. By myself, I might never have found Lutkins.
With the hack driver’s knowing help, I was sure of getting my man. I
took him into my confidence and told him that I wanted to serve the
summons on Lutkins — that the man had refused to be a witness,
when his information would have quickly settled our case. The driver
listened earnestly. At the end, he hit me on the shoulder and laughed,
“Well, we’ll give Brother Lutkins a little surprise.”
“Let’s start, driver.”
“Most folks around here call me Bill or Magnuson. My business is
called ‘William Magnuson Fancy Carting and Hacking’.”
“All right, Bill. Shall we proceed to Fritz’s”.
“Yes, Lutkins is just as likely to be there as anywhere. Plays a lot of
poker. He’s good at deceiving people.” Bill seemed to admire Lutkins’
talent for dishonesty. I felt that if he had been a policeman, he would
have caught Lutkins respectfully, and jailed him with regret.
Bill led me into Fritz’s. “Have you seen Oliver Lutkins around today?
Friend of his looking for him,” said Bill cheerily.
Fritz looked at me, hiding behind Bill. He hesitated, and then
admitted, “Yes, he was in here a little while ago. Guess he’s gone over
to Gustaff’s to get a shave.”
“Well, if he comes in, tell him I’m looking for him.”
We drove to Gustaff’s barber shop. Again Bill went in first, and I
lingered at the door. He asked not only the Swede but two customers if
they had seen Lutkins. The Swede had not. He said angrily, “I haven’t
seen him, and don’t care to. But if you find him you can just collect
that dollar thirty-five he owes me.” One of the customers thought he
had seen Lutkins walking down Main Street, this side of the hotel.
As we climbed back into the hack, Bill concluded that since Lutkins
had exhausted his credit at Gustaff’s he had probably gone to Gray’s
for a shave. At Gray’s barber shop we missed Lutkins by only five
minutes. He had just left — probably for the poolroom. At the poolroom
it appeared that he had just bought a pack of cigarettes and gone
out. So we pursued him, just behind him but never catching him, for
an hour till it was past one o’clock. I was hungry. But I had so enjoyed
Bill’s rough country opinions about his neighbours that I scarcely
cared whether I found Lutkins or not.
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“How about something to eat?” I suggested. “Let’s go to a restaurant
and I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Well, I ought to go home to the wife. I don’t care much for these
restaurants — only four of them and they’re all bad. Tell you what
we’ll do. We’ll get the wife to pack up a lunch for us — she won’t charge
you more than half a dollar, and it would cost you more for a greasy
meal in a restaurant — and we’ll go up to Wade’s Hill and enjoy the
view while we eat.”
READ AND FIND OUT
• What more does Bill say about Lutkins and his family?
• Does the narrator serve the summons that day?
• Who is Lutkins?
I know that Bill’s helpfulness to the Young Fellow from the City was
not entirely a matter of brotherly love. I was paying him for his time; in
the end I paid him for six hours (including the lunch hour) at what was
then a very high price. But he was no more dishonest than I. I charged
the whole thing to the firm. But it would have been worth paying him
myself to have his presence. His cheerful country wisdom was very
refreshing to a country boy like myself who was sick of the city. As we
sat on the hilltop, looking over the pastures and creek which slipped
among the trees, he talked of New Mullion, and painted a picture in
words of all the people in it. He noticed everything, but no matter how
much he might laugh at people, he also understood and forgave their
foolishness. He described the minister’s wife who sang the loudest in
church when she was most in debt. He commented on the boys who
came back from college in fancy clothes. He told about the lawyer whose
wife could never succeed in getting him to put on both a collar and a tie
on the same day. He made them all live. On that day I came to know
New Mullion better than I did the city, and to love it better.
Bill didn’t know about colleges and cities, but he had travelled
around a lot of the country, and had had a lot of jobs. From his
adventures he had brought back a philosophy of simplicity and laugher.
He strengthened me.
We left that peaceful scene of meadows and woods, and resumed
our search of Oliver Lutkins. We could not find him. At last Bill cornered
a friend of Lutkins and made him admit what he guessed, “Oliver’s
gone out to his mother’s farm, three miles north.”
We drove out there, laying plans.
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“I know Oliver’s mother. She’s a terror,” Bill sighed. “I took a trunk
out there for her once, and she almost took my skin off because I didn’t
treat it like a box of eggs. She’s about nine feet tall and four feet thick
and quick as a cat, and she sure can talk. I’ll bet Oliver heard that
somebody’s chasing him, and he’s gone on there to hide behind his
mother’s skirts. Well, we’ll try her. But you’d better let me do it, boy.
You may be great at literature and law, but you haven’t had real
training in swearing.”
We drove into a poor farmyard; we were faced by an enormous and
cheerful old woman. My guide bravely went up to her and said,
“Remember me? I’m Bill Magnuson, the carter and hackman. I want to
find your son, Oliver.”
“I don’t know anything about Oliver, and I don’t want to,”
she shouted.
“Now, look here. We’ve had just about enough nonsense. This young
man represents the court in the city, and we have a legal right to
search all properties for this Oliver Lutkins.”
Bill made me sound very important, and the woman was impressed.
She retired into the kitchen and we followed. She seized an iron from
the old-fashioned stove and marched on us shouting. “You search all
you want to — if you don’t mind getting burnt first.” She shouted and
laughed at our frightened retreat.
“Let’s get out of here. She’ll murder us,” Bill whispered. Outside, he
said, “Did you see her smile? She was laughing at us.”
I agreed that it was pretty disrespectful treatment. We did, however,
search the house. Since it was only one storey high, Bill went round it,
peering in at all the windows. We examined the barn and stable; we
were reasonably certain that Lutkins was not there. It was nearly time
for me to catch the afternoon train, and Bill drove me to the station.
On the way to the city I worried very little over my failure to find
Lutkins. I was too busy thinking about Bill Magnuson. Really, I
considered returning to New Mullion to practise law. If I had found Bill
so deep and richly human, might I not grow to love Fritz and Gustaff
and a hundred other slow-spoken, simple, wise neighbours? I pictured
an honest and happy life beyond the strict limits of universities and
law firms. I was excited. I had found a treasure. I had discovered a
new way of life.
But if I did not think much about Lutkins, the office did. I found
them all upset. Next morning the case was coming up in the court,
and they had to have Lutkins. I was a shameful, useless fool. That
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