"There is another matter I might mention," he said. "Caleb Allen is going, or rather, has gone, into business for himself."
"What kind of business?" asked the youth, in surprise.
"A brokerage and loan office."
"Near here?"
"Yes, right around the corner of Broad Street, not five minutes, walk. He hired the place from the first, and I understand he and another man are already doing business there."
"Who is the other man?"
"A fellow named Parsons."
"Has he a good reputation?"
"Far from it. He was arrested for forgery five years ago, but his friends hushed the matter up."
"Have you the number of the place?"