He found Mr. Norris without trouble, delivered the papers, and was walking briskly toward the door of the main entrance, when he nearly collided with Barton Sandow, who was hurriedly entering the hotel.
“Excuse me,” said Tom.
“What! You here!” exclaimed Sandow. “I thought—I——”
He seemed quite startled, and Tom wondered what the matter could be.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“Hurt me? No—but you——”
Again Sandow seemed confused.
“Was it you at the telephone switchboard the other day?” he asked, and Tom wondered at the friendly tone he used. It was quite different from the voice in which Mr. Barton Sandow had called our hero a “gutter-pup.”
“Yes,” replied the boy. “You mean the day you called up Mr. Cutler?”
“That’s the day. Did you hear what I said?”