“What sort of a man is he?” asked Chester.
“I don’t know him very well, but I believe he does a very good business. You will know more about him in a week than I can tell you. There is one comfort, and that is that you are not wholly dependent upon him. I advise you, however, to say nothing in the office about your art work. Business men sometimes have a prejudice against outside workers. They feel that an employee ought to be solely occupied with their interests.”
“I will remember what you say, Mr. Conrad.”
Chester looked forward with considerable curiosity and some anxiety to his coming interview with Mr. Fairchild.
CHAPTER XII.
A REAL ESTATE OFFICE.
About eight o’clock on Monday morning Chester, accompanied by his friend Conrad, turned down Fourteenth Street from Sixth Avenue and kept on till they reached an office over which was the sign:
“Clement Fairchild, Real Estate.”
“This is the place, Chester,” said the artist. “I will go in and introduce you.”