CHAPTER X
DOING FATHER A BIT OF GOOD
REGGIE VAN TUYL approached the table languidly, and sank down into a chair. He was a long youth with a rather subdued and deflated look, as though the burden of the van Tuyl millions was more than his frail strength could support. Most things tired him.
"I say, Reggie, old top," said Archie, "you're just the lad I wanted to see. I require the assistance of a blighter of ripe intellect. Tell me, laddie, do you know anything about sales?"
Reggie eyed him sleepily.
"Sales?"
"Auction sales."
Reggie considered.
"Well, they're sales, you know." He checked a yawn. "Auction sales, you understand."
"Yes," said Archie encouragingly. "Something—the name or something—seemed to tell me that."
"Fellows put things up for sale you know, and other fellows—other fellows go in and—and buy 'em, if you follow me."
"Yes, but what's the procedure? I mean, what do I do? That's what I'm after. I've got to buy something at Beale's this afternoon. How do I set about it?"
"Well," said Reggie, drowsily, "there are several ways
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