When he got back to the office where Mr. Annister had his rooms, the boy in the outer apartment did not stop Roy to ask him his business. He at once announced him to the agent, who told Roy to come in. The boy from the ranch nerved himself for what was coming. He felt just as he used to when, for the first time, he mounted a new bucking bronco. There was no telling just what the animal would do. Likewise he did not know how Caleb Annister would act when he exposed his rascality.
"Well, did you see the offices?" asked the real estate man.
"Yes, sir."
"Did you like them? We think they are the best in New York."
"They are very fine. The rents are higher than I thought to find them."
"Perhaps, but you must know there is a good demand for offices in that neighborhood. I could have rented them several times, since they were vacant, but I wanted to get good tenants, who would pay."
"You have no cheaper offices you could let Mr. De Royster have?"
"None. In fact I am thinking of raising the rents of those."
Roy wondered if he and his father would get any of the increase.
"That property must be quite valuable," he went on.