CHAPTER XXV.
THE MYSTERY DEEPENS.
The cab stopped in front of a handsome office building on Wall Street.
Mrs. Harcourt dismissed it.
“I shall have some other calls to make, Edwin,” she said, “and won’t take a carriage till I am through. Now let us go up-stairs.
“Remember,” she said, as they were ascending the stairway, “we are for the present mother and son.”
“I’ll remember.”
“Should anything be said to you answer as briefly as possible.”
“Very well.”
Ben felt puzzled. He did not at all comprehend what was going on, but concluded that it was all “in the play.”
Mrs. Harcourt opened the door of a large office and entered. Several clerks were working behind a counter or partitioned wall, which separated the inner from the outer office.