Chester was quite of that opinion, but he was beginning to think that the description would apply better to David Mullins than to James Long.
“By the way, Chester,” said Mr. Mullins, with unusual blandness, “this is my cousin, Felix Gordon.”
“Glad to meet you,” said Felix, with an artificial smile.
Chester took the extended hand. He was not especially drawn to Felix, but felt that it behooved him to be polite.
“You boys must be somewhere near the same age,” said the bookkeeper. “I will give you a chance to become acquainted. Chester, I want you to go to number four seventy-one Bleecker Street. I suppose you don’t know where it is?”
“No, sir.”
“Felix, go with him and show him the way.”
Chester was quite amazed at this unusual and unexpected kindness on the part of a man whom he had regarded as an enemy. Was it possible that he had misjudged him?
The two boys went out together.
When they were fairly in the street, Felix produced his package of cigarettes.