"Yes."
"Is he sober?" Dick pressed.
"Yes; so far," answered the man.
"Will you do me a great favor? Just step inside and tell him that there is a man outside who wants to see him. Just tell him that, and nothing more."
"Are you from Drake's wife?" asked the man, looking Dick over shrewdly.
"Yes," Dick admitted, candidly.
"I'll do it," nodded the man. "Drake has been making a fool of himself. He'll go to pieces and find himself without a job before the year is out. You wait here. I'll find a way to coax him out for you."
Soon the door opened again, and there came out Prescott's messenger followed by a clean-cut, well-built young man of not more than twenty-eight years of age.
"There's the young man who says he wants to see you," the citizen explained, pointing to Dick.
Tom Drake walked steadily enough. He certainly was not yet much under the influence of liquor.