“Mr. Mullins has already taken a dislike to me. If he should discover that I have found the receipt and given it to Mr. Long, he would hate me even worse.”
“You must look out for him. He will bear watching.”
“I wish he were more like Mr. Fairchild. He seems a fair, honorable man.”
“He is. I don’t understand why he should employ such a fellow as Mullins.”
“Perhaps he hasn’t found him out.”
“Mullins will find it hard to explain this matter. Let me know how it comes out. I suppose Long will call at the office to-morrow?”
“Yes; I advised him to.”
The next day, about twenty minutes after twelve, James Long entered the office. He looked about him anxiously, and, to his relief, saw that Mr. Fairchild was present. He went up to the table where the broker was seated.
“I came about my rent,” he said.
“You can speak to Mr. Mullins,” said the broker, going on with his writing.