"You wanted to see me?" he asked, looking somewhat puzzled as he eyed young Prescott.
"Yes," Dick admitted.
"What about?"
"Will you take a short walk with me," Dick went on, "and I'll explain my business to you."
"I don't believe I can take a walk with you," Drake answered.
"I'm with some friends in there."
He nodded over his shoulder at the door through which he had just come.
"But my business is of a great deal of importance," Dick went on.
"Can't you see me to-morrow?" asked Drake, eager to get back to his companions.
"To-morrow will be altogether too late," Dick replied.
"Then state your business now."