"Yes, sir."
Mr. Wattles tore open the envelope.
A muttered exclamation escaped his lips as he hurriedly perused the message.
"Well, sir?" said a voice at his elbow.
Turning, he confronted the lad with whom he had had the brief interview which we have recorded.
"You here? Well, you do mean business."
"Is your offer accepted, sir?" the boy asked.
"Confound it, no! The man I wanted signed yesterday with another manager. Well, send your friend round and I'll talk with him."
"He is here, sir."
"Where?"