“In Clinton Place. I have a room there, and get my meals where I like. There's a chap from your office that lives in the same house.”
“Who is it?” asked Grant, anxiously.
“It's Willis Ford.”
“Is that so?” returned Grant, in surprise. “Do you know him?”
“Only a little. I don't like him. He's too stuck up.”
Grant made no comment, but in his heart he agreed with Tom.
“Are you doing anything?” he asked.
“Not just yet,” answered Tom, “I expect a good job soon. You haven't a quarter to spare, have you?” Grant produced the desired sum and handed it to his companion. He didn't fancy Tom, but he was willing to help him in a small way.
“Thanks,” said Tom. “That'll buy my supper. I'll give it back to you in a day or two.”
Grant did not think there was much likelihood of that, but felt that he could afford to lose this small sum.