So he sent me a box of candy to restore my
shattered nerves, and the next day they were all right.
"One day I got rather belligerent myself. It was just a week after I
came. One of his new tenants phoned in that Nesbitt must get the
rubbish out of the alley back of his house or he would move out. Mr.
Nesbitt tried to evade a promise, but the man was curt. 'You get that
rubbish out to-day, or I get out to-morrow.'
"Mr. Nesbitt was just going to court, so he told me to call up a
garbage man and get the rubbish removed.
"I didn't know the garbage men from the ministers, and they weren't
classified in the directory. So I went to Mr. Orchard, a youngish sort
of man, very pleasant, but slicker than Nesbitt himself.
"I said, not too amiably, 'Who are the garbage haulers in this town?'
"He said: 'Search me,' and went on writing.
"I dropped the directory on his desk, and said, "'Well, if Mr. Nesbitt
loses a good tenant, I should worry.'
"Then he looked up and said: 'Oh, let's see. There's Jim Green, and
Softy Meadows, and--and--Tully Scott--and--that's enough.'
"So I called them up. Jim Green was in jail for petty larceny. Softy
Meadows was in bed with a broken leg. Tully Scott would do it for
three fifty.
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