CHAPTER XX
GUY REACHES BAYPORT
Guy did not delay long in New York. He called upon Gilbert Frazer, the American agent of his employer, and attended to the business that had been intrusted to him.
Mr. Frazer, a canny Scotchman, somewhat over fifty, was amazed that Mr. Saunders had so far trusted “a mere boy”; but in his conversation with Guy he found that “the mere boy” was quick and intelligent, and seemed thoroughly to comprehend the business on which he was employed.
“You are an extraordinary boy,” he said, raising his glasses, and peering at Guy from under the rims. “How old are you?”
“Seventeen, sir.”
“You seem to have the brains of a man of twenty-five.”
“Thank you, sir. I suppose I may consider that a compliment?”
“Surely. When will you call again? I shall need to have some further words with you.”
“I wish to visit my father, whom I have not seen for six months or more, but I will return to the city in four days.”
“Where does your father live?”