“The new office boy. Wait till we go out, and I will tell you about it.”
In five minutes David Mullins put on his hat and coat and went out with his cousin.
“Stay here and mind the office,” he said to Chester, “and if anybody comes in, keep them, if possible. If any tenant comes to pay money, take it and give a receipt.”
“All right, sir.”
When they were in the street, Felix asked:
“Where did you pick up the boy? Why didn’t I get the place?”
“You must ask Mr. Fairchild that. He engaged him without consulting me.”
“What sort of a boy is he?”
“A country gawky. He knows nothing of the city.”
“Is he a friend of Mr. Fairchild?”