Leslie smiled.
“I see, Mr. Tucker, you are a thorough man of business. I can refer you to Mr. ——, president of the —— Bank in this city.”
“That is sufficient, sir. I am sure you would not refer me to him unless you felt satisfied that he would speak favorably of you. I won’t, therefore, take the trouble to inquire. Where are you staying?”
“At the Pacific Hotel; but we shall take a private apartment within a day or two.”
As they passed out of the office, Randolph Leslie said:
“You’ve done splendidly, Arthur.”
“Haven’t I? I feel like a millionaire.”
“As you are to go to work to-morrow, we may as well take up a room at once. It will be cheaper.”
In a short time they had engaged a neat suite of rooms, two in number, not far from the Palace Hotel, at twenty dollars per month.
The next day Leslie procured a position on the San Francisco Chronicle, at twenty-five dollars per week.