"Did I? I had forgotten. You see, that fire in Harlem was in a house of mine. I was terribly upset. But the matter is all straightened out now."
"I hope you didn't lose much."
"No, the loss went to the insurance companies." The stout gentleman paused. "My lad, I would like to do something for you," he went on seriously.
"Have you got a job for me?"
"I don't know as I have, just now. But if you need help——"
"I do need help, sir. Are you a capitalist?"
"A capitalist?" queried the man, puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean one of those gentlemen that loan money out on business? I've heard of 'em, down in Wall Street."
"Well, I sometimes loan money out."
"Then I'd like to borrow thirty-five dollars." Nelson beckoned to George Van Pelt, who had moved off a short distance. "You see, it's this way," he went on, and then told about the news stand that was for sale, and what he and the book agent wished to do.