Chester could not read what was passing through his mind, but he felt instinctively that the bookkeeper was his enemy.
CHAPTER XIII.
MR. MULLINS, THE BOOKKEEPER.
Chester felt that it was necessary to be on his guard. The bookkeeper was already his enemy. There were two causes for this. First, Mr. Mullins was naturally of an ugly disposition, and, secondly, he was disappointed in not securing the situation for his cousin.
At noon the latter made his appearance. He was a thin, dark-complexioned boy, with curious-looking eyes that somehow inspired distrust.
He walked up to the desk where the book keeper was writing.
“Good-morning, Cousin David,” he said.
“Good-morning, Felix. Sit down for a few minutes, and I will take you out to lunch.”
“All right!” answered Felix. “Who’s that boy?” he inquired, in a low voice.