So Chester, after slight hesitation, wrote:
“Chester Rand. From Clement Fairchild, Real Estate Broker.”
“Take that up to 169,” said the clerk to the bell boy.
In five minutes the boy returned.
“Mr. Perkins says you are to come upstairs to his room,” he reported.
Chester followed the bell boy to the elevator.
He had never before ridden in such a conveyance and the sensation was a novel one. They got off at one of the upper floors, and Chester followed his guide to the door of a room near by.
The bell boy knocked.
“Come in,” was heard from the inside.
Chester entered and found himself in the presence of a man of fifty, with a sandy complexion and thick, brown beard. He held the card in his hand, and was looking at it.