"Never mind, I can wait for him. I came in from the country this morning, and shall not need to start back till four."
"Perhaps," suggested Roswell, "you could go out and do the rest of your errands, and come back at two o'clock. Mr. Baker will be sure to be back then."
"Who told you I had any more errands to do?" asked the old gentleman, sharply.
"I thought you might have," said Roswell, somewhat confused.
"You are very considerate; but, as my business is over for the day, I will ask your permission to remain till my nephew returns."
So this was Mr. Baker's uncle, a shrewd old gentlemen, if he did live in the country.
"Certainly," said Roswell, but not with a very good grace, adding to himself; "there'll be no chance for me to get the money to-day. I hope the old fellow won't come round again to-morrow."
The next day was Tuesday. In the evening the club was to meet, so there was no time to lose.
Fortunately, as Roswell thought, the coast was clear.