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Soames knew beyond doubt that his face was very pale indeed.
"These little matters, then," pursued Gianapolis, "all go to prove to ME
that you are a man of enterprise and spirit--that you are the very man
I require. Now I can offer you a post in the establishment of Mr. Henry
Leroux, the novelist. The service will be easy. You will be required
to attend to callers and to wait at table upon special occasions. There
will be no valeting, and you will have undisputed charge of the pantry
and wine-cellar. In short, you will enjoy unusual liberty. The salary,
you would say? It will be the same as that which you received from Mr.
Mapleson"...
Soames raised his head drearily; he felt himself in the toils; he felt
himself a mined man.
"It isn't a salary," he began, "which"...
"My dear Mr. Soames," said Gianapolis, tapping him confidentially upon
the knee again--"my dear Soames, it isn't the salary, I admit, which you
enjoyed whilst in the services of Colonel Hewett in a similar capacity.
But this is not a large establishment, and the duties are light.
Furthermore, there will be--extras."
"Extras?"
Mr. Soames' eye brightened, and under the benignant influence of the
cocktails his courage began to return.
"I do not refer," smiled Mr.
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