"I'd give fifty dollars to see Oliver well thrashed," he muttered. "He is interfering with me in everything."
CHAPTER IV.
MR. KENYON'S SECRET.
W HILE this rivalry was going on between Oliver and Roland, Mr. Kenyon, remaining at home, had had a surprise and a disagreeable one.
At half-past seven Roland left the house. At quarter to eight the door-bell rang, and Mr. Kenyon was informed that a gentleman wished to see him.
He was looking over some business papers and the interruption did not please him.
"Who is it?" he demanded impatiently.
"A gentleman."
"So I suppose. What is his name?"
"He is a stranger, sir, and he didn't give me his name. He said he wanted to see you partic'lar."