He passed on, nodding his head in approval.
Meanwhile, as the days passed, Tom was wondering why Barton Sandow did not call up again.
“Maybe I frightened him,” thought the telephone boy.
That afternoon Mr. Keen called Tom into his office.
“I want you to leave a little earlier to-day,” he said. “A client of ours is coming to the Parker House. Do you know where that hotel is?”
Tom well knew the location of the famous hotel, the rolls of which have become a byword in many parts of the country.
“I want you to take these papers to Mr. Jonathan Norris, who is stopping there,” went on Mr. Keen. “Ask the clerk to show you to his room, deliver the documents, and have him give you a receipt. He is expecting them.”
“What about the telephone?” asked Tom.
“I will have one of the clerks look after it for you, while you are gone. You need not come back, here to-night.”
Tom liked that, as it would give him about an hour off.