“Put it on the table, and don’t interrupt me again till I ring. Keep any other letters and telegrams till Mr. Fullerton comes down.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, sir,” said Michael. “Mr. West called you up on the telephone a little while ago.”
Briggs looked surprised. “Mr. Franklin West?” he asked, with a frown.
“Yes, sir.”
“From Washington, do you mean? Why didn’t you let me know?”
“No, sir, not from Washington. He’s here in town, sir. He told me not to wake you up.”
“Where is he?” Briggs asked.
“He’s stoppin’ at a hotel, sir.”
Briggs hesitated. “At a hotel?” he repeated. “What did he go to a hotel for? He always stays here when he comes to town.”
“He come over last night on the midnight train, sir. Here’s the telephone number. He said perhaps ye’d be kind enough to call him up this mornin’ and let him know when it would be most convenient for yer to see him.”