"Yes, sir."
"I'll wait down here," said Guy. "If Mr. Kirby doesn't expect you to room with him, we can take a room together."
"Yes, I should like that."
Dean followed the bell boy upstairs to one of the upper floors. He had never been in a large hotel before, and as saw door after door opening on the corridor he thought the hotel must be one of the largest buildings in New York. In this, of course, he was very much mistaken.
"That's Mr. Kirby's room," said the bellboy, pointing to 197. "Shall I knock, or will you?"
"I'll go in; he expects me," answered Dean; and, with a want of ceremony which was the result of his inexperience, he did not stop to knock, but opened the door.
Sitting at a table was his employer, with a number of bank bills spread out before him, which he appeared to be engaged in counting. Naturally Dean glanced at them, and his surprise was great when he recognized the denomination of the bills.
They were all fifties! What could it mean? Was this man Kirby the one who had robbed his uncle? But his intimate relations with Squire Bates presented another explanation. The bills might have been received from the squire.
Dean's reflections were cut short by his employer.