“Mr. Merriwell,” said the bell boy, “here is a gentleman to see you.”
The man entered.
“Walk right in, sir,” invited Merry. “What can I do for you?”
Frank closed the door. The stranger slowly drew off his gloves, critically looking Merriwell over.
“So you are Mr. Frank Merriwell?” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
“I recognize you,” nodded the man. “Do you remember me?”
“No, sir; I can’t say that I do, although I believe I have seen your face before.”
“I think you have, but I did not wear a full beard then.”
“Ah! Then it is possible the beard has made the change that prevents me from recognizing you.”