"He's a friend. We wish to surprise him. Is he in?"
"Oh, yes. I'll send a boy up with you."
"Anyone call on him to-day?"
"Not a soul."
"Not a soul?" blankly asked Harry.
"Except yourselves," laughed the clerk.
Old King Brady burst into a hearty peal of laughter, but not at what the clerk said, for he was laughing at Harry for being so impatient.
The boy drew a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Thank fortune, we're in time!" he muttered.
"You've had all your stewing for nothing."