“This is the favor I ask,” the young man proceeded. “You will not long retain your position. Mr. Cunningham will discover your incompetency. When you are about to be discharged, will you mention my name as your successor? I am sure to suit Mr. Cunningham. There is my card.”
Considerably astonished at the coolness of the request, Bernard glanced at the card. It bore the name and address of Stephen Brayton.
“I will remember your request, Mr. Brayton,” he said; “but I hope I shall not be discharged.”
“Of course you hope so, but you are certain to lose your place. You seem to be good-natured. Since you have been successful, perhaps you will do me another favor.”
“I will if I can.”
“It is a small one. I am very short of money. Could you lend me half a crown?”
“I will do better than that. Here’s half a sovereign.”
The young man’s eyes sparkled with pleasure.
“You have a good heart,” he said. “As I did not get the place I am glad you did.”
“Thank you. I wish you good luck.”