"You are—the elevator boy?" I queried, with some hesitation.
"That is my present position," said he.
"And, ah, whither do you elevate, my lad?"
"Up!" said he, after the manner of one who does not wish to commit himself, like most elevator boys. "But whom do you wish to see?" he demanded, trying hard to frown and succeeding only in making a ludicrous exhibition of himself.
Frankly, I did not know, but under the impulse of the moment I handed out the card which the stranger had thrown to me.
"I forget the gentleman's name," said I, "but here is his card. He asked me to call."