“Oh, yes,” assented the bookkeeper, not over cordially.
“I have no doubt of it, Mr. Ralston, and I take your offer kindly, but I am afraid I won’t have time to go round much.”
“Won’t you go out and take a drink? Mullins, you go, too!”
“Thank you, but I don’t drink—at any rate, when I am away from home. By the way, Mr.——” and he stopped short, for he did not remember the bookkeeper’s name.
“Mr. Mullins,” suggested that gentleman.
“You are misinformed about my wanting to locate in this city. New York’s a right smart place, I admit, but give me Minneapolis. That suits me.”
“All right, sir. I am misinformed, that’s all.”
“If you find my friend’s card just write and let me know his name. I’d like to know who it is that knows so much about my plans.”
“I will. Where shall I direct?”
“Oh, just direct to Minneapolis. I’m well known there. A letter will be sure to reach me.”