He found himself in the presence of a grave-looking man of fifty, who looked staid and dignified.
He surveyed Guy with evident curiosity.
“My clerk tells me you came from Bombay, from my correspondent, Mr. Saunders.”
“I am glad he told you so much. He tried to prevent my seeing you.”
“I do not often transact business with boys of your age. That was doubtless his reason.”
“Whatever his reason may have been, he made a mistake.”
“I suppose you have credentials?”
“Here is Mr. Saunders’ letter.”
The dignified Mr. Russell took the proffered letter, and as he read it looked from time to time at Guy in evident surprise.
This was the letter: