“A gentleman to see you, sir.”
Kenyon looked at the card. It contained the name:
PHILIP AUSTIN.
“Again it begins,” muttered he. Then to the boy he said: “Send him up.”
The lad closed the door, and Kenyon threw the card upon the table.
“I had intended to have a turn at hunting up that last name,” said he. “But this will probably save me the trouble.”
A few moments later a stout, stoop-shouldered young man was ushered in. He stuck a pair of glasses upon his nose and looked Kenyon over carefully. Then he said:
“Mr. Kenyon, I thought it as well to call upon you.”
“Quite right,” returned the adventurer, affably. “Will you sit down?”
“Thanks.”