"He's got one."
"Oh, if that's so, excuse me for troubling you," and the boy turned on his heel to walk out.
"Hold on," said the head waiter. "I don't think the new man suits Mr. Hinks entirely. Perhaps he'll give you a show after all. You'll find Mr. Hinks over at the pie counter yonder," and the waiter jerked his thumb in the direction.
Robert walked to the counter and found a short, stout man in charge. The individual had a pair of crafty eyes that the boy did not at all admire.
"I came to see about that position which you advertised," he said.
"Yes? Have you had any experience?"
"I worked in a cut-rate ticket office—the one that was burned out on Sunday last. I think I could do the work of an ordinary cashier."
"No doubt you could, if you are used to handling money. Did you work for Gray?"
"Yes, sir."