He had succeeded admirably in blackening our young hero’s reputation. Mr. Goldwin now looked upon Herbert with ill favor, and even disgust. And this change was all caused by the cunning and falsehoods of young Mortimer. He had poisoned Mr. Goldwin’s mind, and thus succeeded in establishing himself in the banker’s good opinion and securing the coveted position.
“Another boy wants to see you, Mr. Goldwin,” said the clerk, shortly after the man of finance had engaged young Mortimer.
“You may show him in,” said the banker.
The door opened, and Bob Hunter stepped into Mr. Goldwin’s presence. If he had only had a bundle of newspapers under his arm, he would have felt quite at home; but, as he had nothing of the kind, he was a trifle embarrassed.
“What do you want here?” asked Mr. Goldwin, more sharply than was his wont.
“I come down, sir, to see if you can tell me anything about Herbert Randolph.”
“What do you want to know about him?”
“I want to know where he is. He hain’t shown up not sence last night.”
“Was he a friend of yours?”
“Yes, sir, me and him roomed together.”