“It’s quite a little walk, Miss, and you might get turned around. Suppose I put you into a taxi and take the man’s number, and he can bring you back, if you like?”
Nancy had some few dollars in her pocketbook; but she was careful to have the policeman estimate the cost of her cab-ride, which he kindly did. She would have sufficient to pay for this, and a luncheon, as well, if she got back in season. So the girl bravely entered the taxi-cab and was whirled through the unfamiliar streets to the lawyer’s office.
Then she began to quake. She was to beard a lion in his den—and she knew very little about lions!
Number 714 South Wall Street was a big office building; there were, too, taxis passing all the time; so Nancy paid off her chauffeur and entered the building with more boldness in her carriage than she really felt in her heart.
She was studying the building directory when the hall-man came to her assistance.
“Who are you looking for, Miss?” he asked.
“Mr. Henry Gordon.”
“Gordon? Is that Gordon & Craig, architects?”
“Mr. Gordon is a lawyer.”
“Oh! That’s Mr. Gordon, of Ambrose, Necker & Boles. Twelve-forty-four. This way, Miss. Number 6—going up!”