This was quite beyond the expectations of Felix.
“I will try to do so,” he said, earnestly.
“You have begun well by confessing your share in the plot which came so near being successful. As your day’s work is ended, I will consider the errand on which I am sending you extra, and will pay you for it.”
The broker handed a half dollar to Felix, which he accepted joyfully.
“I don’t much care if Cousin David has gone away,” he soliloquized. “Mr. Fairchild seems a good sort of man, and I’ll do my best to please him.”
When Felix was ushered into Chester’s presence the latter was just finishing a comic sketch for The Phœnix.
“What’s that?” asked Felix, in surprise, for he was quite unaware of Chester’s artistic gifts.
Chester showed it to him with a smile.
“Now you see how I am making my living,” he said.
“Do you get pay for that?”