“Well!” demanded the man laconically.
“Is this James MacHenry?”
“That’s me, boy.”
“I would like to see you on business,” Jerry went on, as he brushed past and entered one of the barest living apartments he had ever seen.
“On business?”
“Yes, a few days ago you picked up a packet downtown belonging to me—a packet containing some documents and letters.”
“Who said they belonged to you?”
“I say so. My name is Jerry Upton, and I dropped the packet in the alleyway where you found it.”
The man stared at our hero.
“Say, is this a game?” he demanded, harshly.