In company with his new acquaintance, August Locke, Guy pushed on to London. He knew nothing about hotels, but by the advice of Locke he secured a room at the Charing Cross.
The next morning he called at the offices of Mr. Saunders’ correspondent, Mr. Russell.
These offices were in a solid and heavy-looking building, quite different from the business structures to be found in American cities.
Guy entered, and was asked his business by the clerk, who looked as if he might have come from Glasgow or some other Scotch city.
“I wish to see Mr. Russell,” answered Guy.
“You can give me your message.”
“I might, but I don’t think I shall. I wish to see Mr. Russell personally.”
“Mr. Russell does not see boys,” said the clerk, in an important tone. “What firm are you with?”
“Mr. John Saunders of Bombay.”
The clerk opened wide his eyes in astonishment.