"I should indeed."
"It will be difficult for me to bring them here. Perhaps—"
"I can come to your house in New York."
"As soon as you wish."
"To-morrow night?"
"That will be excellent."
The old man arose. Duncan summoned Abdul. The Hindu brought Isaac Coffran's coat.
"You will find my house rather strange," said Isaac Coffran as they stood at the front door. "It is an old house, in a very poor neighborhood. The locality was a good one years ago. But times have changed. I am so used to the old place that I cannot bear to leave it."
They stepped on the porch, and the old man went down the steps to a waiting automobile.
"I will be at your house to-morrow night at eight," called Duncan in parting.