Real Estate and Fire Insurance.
Loans Negotiated.
There was a hum of voices from within, but the hum ceased as Jerry knocked.
“Come in,” was the short invitation, and the boy entered, to find a large apartment, comfortably furnished with desks, stuffed chairs and other things which went to show that the man he had come to interview was doing well.
Near an open window sat two gentlemen dressed in black. One was much older than the other, and Jerry rightfully guessed that he was an office assistant.
The other man was well preserved, with a waxed mustache and piercing black eyes. He held a silk hat in his hand, as if he had been on the point of leaving.
“Well, young man, what can I do for you?” questioned the office assistant, as he regarded Jerry indifferently.
“I came to see Mr. Alexander Slocum,” replied our hero.
“I am Mr. Slocum,” put in the other man. “What is it you want?”
“I came to see you on a bit of private business, sir.”