“When does he want to see me?” asked Morrison.
“Can you call at his house this evening at eight o'clock?”
“Where does he live?”
Grant mentioned the street and number.
“I will be there,” he said, briefly.
“Can I come, too?” asked Tom Calder, addressing the question to Grant.
“There will be no objection, I think.”
“Tell him we'll be on hand.”
The three left the hotel together, Grant taking a Broadway stage at the door. The quiet man seemed no longer interested in the Boston Journal, for he hung it up in its place, and sauntered out of the hotel. He had not attracted the attention of Jim Morrison or Tom.
When Grant entered the office, and with his usual manner asked Ford if he should go to the post-office, the young man eyed him curiously.