“Coming here?” asked Mr. Cartwright, interested.
“Yes, sir.”
Cartwright picked up the bill.
“T. A. C. Anderson,” he read. “What does T. A. C. stand for—‘Take A Chance’?”
“I understood he was named after you—Timothy Alfred Cartwright,” said the secretary.
“Yes; of course,” Cartwright grinned. “Still, Take A Chance isn’t a bad name for a kid. When is he arriving?”
“He ought to be here now,” said the man, looking at his watch. “I’ll go out and see.”
He disappeared into the outer office, and presently returned.
“The boy is here, sir,” he said. “Would you like to see him?”
“Bring him in,” said Cartwright. “I’d like to meet this nephew, or cousin, or whatever he is.”