“Have you seen Chester Rand lately?”
“I saw him last evening at the Fifth Avenue Hotel.”
“Why did you discharge him?”
“I thought him unfit for his place.”
“There may be a difference of opinion on that point. This boy,” he added, significantly, “is a relative of yours, I believe.”
“Yes.”
“Will you give me an idea of what has been done during my absence?”
Together the broker and the bookkeeper went over the books. Then Mr. Fairchild went out to dinner.
He was no sooner out of the office than Mullins said: “Felix, remain here till Mr. Fairchild returns. I am going out on an errand.”
He opened the safe, drew therefrom a small package and left the office.