He tried the door, and found it unlocked.
He entered, and stooping over, seized Brandon by the shoulder, and called him loudly by name.
"I say, Brandon, wake up!"
"Go away, Grit," said Brandon drowsily.
"It isn't Grit. It's I—your friend Travers," said that gentleman.
"Thought my friend Travers was gone," muttered Brandon, opening his eyes.
"So I did go, but I've come back. I want to see you on important business."
"'Portant business?" repeated Brandon.
"Yes, very important business. Do you want to earn five thousand dollars?"