“Of course I shall. I want to see what the boy says. It may be a put-up job between him and Ford.”
The very same question was put by Grant to Mr. Reynolds.
“Shall I go round to the hotel to-morrow morning to see Morrison and Tom Calder?”
The broker paused a moment and looked thoughtful.
“Yes,” he answered, after a pause. “You may.”
“And what shall I say when he demands the money?”
Upon this Mr. Reynolds gave Grant full instructions as to what he desired him to say.
About quarter after eight o'clock the next morning a quiet-looking man, who looked like a respectable bookkeeper entered the Fifth Avenue Hotel and walked through the corridor, glancing, as it seemed, indifferently, to the right and left. Finally he reached the door of the reading room and entered. His face brightened as at the further end he saw two persons occupying adjoining seats. They were, in fact, Morrison and Tom Calder.
The newcomer selected a Boston daily paper, and, as it seemed, by chance, settled himself in a seat not six feet away from our two acquaintances, so that he could, without much effort, listen to their conversation.
“It's almost time for Grant to come,” said Tom, after a pause.