"Well, sir, what is it?" he asked, hardly looking up.
"WELL, SIR, WHAT IS IT?" HE ASKED, HARDLY LOOKING UP.
In a brief but clear manner Jack stated his case. Mr. Gray hardly heard him out.
"Mr. Willington," he said sharply, "I never interfere with my agents' doings. They have entire charge. Besides, it would be folly for me to make your case an exception. If I did so, any other tenant might ask the same privilege."
"Yes, but if you would only give me an order for some of the money due me, or for my savings----" began the young machinist, growing desperate.
Mr. Gray drew himself up.
"You must get that in the regular way," he returned coolly. "I never make exceptions to my rules. Good morning."
And before he could realize it, Jack was out on the street again with bitter defeat written in every line of his handsome face.
CHAPTER III.