“I don’t know about that,” returned Jones. “If he wishes to see Mr. Keene he can do so in the morning.”
“My business cannot wait until morning,” declared Merry. “I must find him to-night.”
“What’s your name?”
“Merriwell.”
“Frank Merriwell?”
“That’s right.”
“If you will wait a moment right where you are I will see about the matter. I am not certain Mr. Keene is in his private office, but I can telephone him if he is not. Excuse me.”
The door was closed, leaving Merry outside with the watchman, who whispered:
“Keene is in there. He will see you, all right.”
This proved to be true, for, a few moments later, the door was again thrown open and Jones invited Merry to enter.