CHAPTER XXI. — THE DIVING BUSINESS.
In a little street that runs from Broadway, not far from Wall Street, there was a low doorway with dingy panes of glass, over which was a sign which bore the following letters, somewhat faded:
BROCKET & CO., CONTRACTORS
About a month after his arrival at New York Brandon entered this place and walked up to the desk, where a stout, thick-set man was sitting, with his chin on his hands and his elbows on the desk before him.
“Mr. Brocket?” said Brandon, inquiringly.
“Yes, Sir,” answered the other, descending from his stool and stepping forward toward Brandon, behind a low table which stood by the desk.
“I am told that you undertake contracts for raising sunken vessels?”
“We are in that line of business.”
“You have to make use of diving apparatus?”