Chester lost the rest of the sentence.
“Send him out!” suggested Dick, in a still lower tone, but Chester caught the words.
“Chester,” said the bookkeeper, “you may go up to the Fifth Avenue Hotel and ask at the office if Mr. Paul Perkins, of Minneapolis, has arrived?”
“Yes, sir.”
After Chester went out, Ralston inquired, “Is there a man named Paul Perkins?”
“Not that I know of,” answered Mullins, with a laugh.
“I see. You’re a sharp fellow. You only wanted to get rid of the kid.”
“Exactly. Now we can talk freely.”
“That’s what I came about. Do you know, Mullins, you are owing me seven hundred and fifty dollars?”
“Is it so much as that?” asked the bookkeeper, anxiously.