At this point Tom re-entered the car, having finished his cigarette. Observing that his place had been taken, he sat down at a little distance.
“When you get ready to take a place,” said the broker, “call at my office, and though I won't promise to give you a place, I shall feel well disposed to if I can make room for you.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Grant, gratefully. “I hope if I ever do enter your employment, I shall merit your confidence.”
“I have good hopes of it. By the way, you may as well give me your name.”
“I am Grant Thornton, of Colebrook,” said our hero.
Mr. Reynolds entered the name in a little pocket diary, and left the seat, which Tom Calder immediately took.
“Who's that old codger?” he asked.
“The gentleman who has just left me is a New York business man.”
“You got pretty thick with him, eh?”
“We talked a little.”