“Mr. Fairchild.”
“He didn’t say anything to me about it.”
“Very remarkable, certainly,” rejoined Conrad. “I presume you have no objection.”
“Look here,” said the bookkeeper, “I think there is some mistake about this. The place was all but promised to my cousin.”
“You’ll have to settle that matter with your employer. Apparently he doesn’t tell you everything, Mr. ——”
“My name is Mullins—David Mullins,” said the bookkeeper, with dignity.
“Then, Mr. Mullins, I have the pleasure of introducing to you Chester Rand, late of Wyncombe, now of New York, who will be associated with you in the real estate business.”
“Perhaps so,” sneered Mullins.
“He will stay here till Mr. Fairchild makes his appearance.”
“Oh, he can sit down if he wants to.”