“As I have come some thousands of miles to see Mr. Russell, I hope he will grant me an interview,” Guy added.
“Do you come from Bombay?” asked the clerk, in an altered tone.
“Yes.”
“Who came with you?”
“Quite a number of passengers,” answered Guy, coolly, “but I don’t see what concern that is of yours.”
“You are a hextraordinary boy,” said the Scotch clerk, who had been long enough in London to acquire the Cockney accent.
“Thank you for the compliment, but I should like to see Mr. Russell.”
The clerk withdrew to an inner room, and presently reappeared.
“You can go in,” he said.
Guy nodded, and betook himself to Mr. Russell’s private room.