“Yes, sir. Wish to see him?”
Oliver hesitated for a moment.
“Yes, sir.”
“I will send up your card.”
“I—I— He would not know me,” stammered Oliver. “Cannot you say that a young man wishes to see him?”
“Certainly. Just wait a moment. I’ll send right up.”
Oliver took a seat and waited. The bell-boy was gone probably five minutes.
“Colonel Mendix is out,” were the clerk’s words upon his return.
“Have you any idea when he will be back?” asked Oliver, somewhat disappointed, and yet relieved to think he would not have to face the man just then, when he was hardly prepared.