“Why, he wanted me to leave the Leader, and take a position with some real estate firm,” answered Larry.
“Don’t you have anything to do with Sam Perkins,” said Mr. Newton.
“Is that his name?” inquired Larry. Then he looked at the card the man had given him, and read on it: “Samuel Perkins, representing the Universal Real Estate Co. Main Office, 1144 Broadway, New York. Loans and Commissions.”
“That’s who he is,” replied Mr. Newton. “What was his game this time?”
“That’s just what I was trying to puzzle out,” was Larry’s answer, as he related what the man had said.
Mr. Newton listened carefully. He nodded his head several times.
“That’s it, I’ll bet a cookie. When you go home ask your mother just what Perkins said, and let me know.”
“Why, do you think there is something wrong in his offer?”
“I can’t tell. I have my suspicions, but I’ll not speak of them until I know more. Tell me what your mother says. In the meanwhile, if Perkins comes to you again, which I don’t think he will, since he has seen me speaking to you, just put him off until you can communicate with me.”
“Do you know him?”