"Mr. Blaine in?"
"He's busy."
"I should hope he was! There, my boy." He deftly waved Billy aside and stepped in. "Well! well! Mr. Blaine!"
Joe turned about, and arose, and accepted Mr. Marrin's extended hand.
"Who do you think I am?"
Joe smiled.
"I'm ready for anything."
"Well, Mr. Blaine, I'm the employer of one of your men. You know Jacob
Izon?"
"Oh, you're Mr. Marrin! Sit down."
Marrin gazed about.