“I say the same, Mr. Perkins.”
When they reached the Fifth Avenue Hotel, Paul Perkins shook hands with Chester.
“Good-night,” he said. “You won’t see me for two weeks, perhaps, but I’ll be sure to find you out when I return to the city. I hope you won’t have any trouble with that scoundrel in the office.”
“Thank you, Mr. Perkins, but I am afraid I shall.”
“Don’t mind it if you do. Remember that you will always have a friend in Paul Perkins.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
CHESTER IS DISCHARGED.
“Well,” said David Mullins, addressing his cousin Felix, “did you go to the Fifth Avenue Hotel last evening?”
“Yes, Cousin David.”