“Come up to my room for a while, Chester,” went on the other, “and we will consider what to do. We might go to the theater, but I think I would rather walk about here and there using my eyes. There is plenty to see in New York.”
“That will suit me, Mr. Perkins.”
About eight o’clock the two went downstairs. Near the entrance, just inside the hotel, Chester heard himself called by name.
Looking up, he recognized Felix Gordon.
“Are you going to the theater, Chester?” asked Felix.
“No, I think not.”
“Won’t you introduce me to your friend?”
“Mr. Perkins, this is Felix Gordon, nephew of our bookkeeper,” said Chester, unwillingly.
“Hope you are well, Mr. Gordon,” said Paul. “Are you fond of the theater?”
“Yes, sir,” answered Felix, eagerly. “There’s a good play at Palmer’s. I think you’d like it.”