? ? ? ? He had one resource. He could withdraw the box of jewels from Tiffany's, and sell some article that it contained. But this he had a great objection to doing. One thing was evident however, he must do something.
? ? ? ? His friend, the lot agent, was out of town, and he hardly knew whom to advise with. At last Mike Flynn, the friendly bootblack, whose acquaintance he had made in front of the Astor House, occurred to him.
? ? ? ? Mike, humble as he was, was better off than himself. Moreover he was a New York boy, and knew more about "hustling" than Rodney did. So he sought out Mike in his "office."
? ? ? ? "Good morning, Mike," said Rodney, as the bootblack was brushing off a customer.
? ? ? ? "Oh, its you, Rodney," said Mike smiling with evident pleasure. "How you're gettin' on?"
? ? ? ? "Not at all."
? ? ? ? "That's bad. Can I help you? Just say the word, and I'll draw a check for you on the Park Bank."
? ? ? ? "Is that where you keep your money?"
? ? ? ? "It's one of my banks.
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