“Who is Mr. Reynolds?” asked his mother, in some surprise.
“I forgot that I didn't tell you of the gentleman whose acquaintance I made on my way up to the city. He is a Wall Street broker. His attention was drawn to me by something that he heard, and he offered to help me, if he could, to get employment.”
“It would cost something to go to New York, and after all there is no certainty that he could help you,” said Mrs. Thornton, cautiously.
“That is true, mother, but I think he would do something for me.”
However Grant received a summons to New York on other business. Mrs. Simpson, as she called herself, though she had no right to the name, was brought up for trial, and Grant was needed as a witness. Of course his expenses were to be paid. He resolved to take this opportunity to call at the office of Mr. Reynolds.
I do not propose to speak of Mrs. Simpson's trial. I will merely say that she was found guilty of the charge upon which she had been indicted, and was sentenced to a term of imprisonment.
When Grant was released from his duties as witness, he made his way to Wall Street, or rather New Street, which branches out from the great financial thoroughfare, and had no difficulty in finding the office of Mr. Reynolds.
“Can I see Mr. Reynolds?” he asked of a young man, who was writing at a desk.
“Have you come to deliver stock? If so, I will take charge of it.”
“No,” answered Grant; “I wish to see him personally.”