"No, sir," answered Oliver with alacrity.
He was glad to escape for a time from the confinement of the store and breathe the outside air. John Meadows would have rebelled against being employed as an errand boy, but Oliver had no such pride.
"Here is a sealed letter which I wish carried to the address marked on it. Be careful of it for it contains a twenty-dollar bill. Look out for pick-pockets."
"Yes, sir."
Oliver put the letter in his coat pocket, put on his hat, and went out into the street. The distance was about a mile, but as trade was dull at that hour, he decided to walk, knowing that he could easily be spared from the store.
The note was addressed to a tailor who had been making a business coat for Mr. Bond.
Oliver entered the tailor's shop and inquired for James Norcross, the head of the establishment.
An elderly man said: "That is my name," and opened the letter.
He read it, and then turned to Oliver.
"Where is the money!" he demanded.