I knew that he knew from mutual friends how I was fixed and therefore it was certain he had something up his sleeve. At the same time I had no money to throw away on an unnecessary trip to New York; so instead of doing what he asked me to do I got him on the long distance.
“I got your telegram,” I said. “What does it mean?”
“It means that a big banker in New York wants to see you,” he answered.
“Who is it?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine who it could be.
“I’ll tell you when you come to New York. No use otherwise.”
“You say he wants to see me?”
“He does.”
“What about?”
“He’ll tell you in person if you give him a chance,” said Lucius.
“Can’t you write me?”