Then it occurred to him, as he had plenty of time, that he would call at the cut-rate ticket office where he had been employed.
As he entered the office he found Livingston Palmer alone.
"I am glad to see you, Robert," said his friend. "I begin to hope that Mr. Gray will take you back."
"How is that?"
"His nephew is getting home-sick. Besides, he has no business in him. He will never make a good clerk. If you can get along for a week or two you may be taken into the office again."
"I am not in the market, Livingston."
"You don't mean to say you have got a place?"
"But I have."
"What is it?"
"I am private secretary to a lady of property on Prairie Avenue."