“Where does he live?”
“In Bleecker street. I shan't be gone long.”
Paul reached the number which had been given him. It was a large, four-story house, with the appearance of a barracks.
“Mr. Barry,” said the servant, in answer to his question—“he lives upstairs on the fourth floor. Room on the right.”
Paul plodded his way upstairs, and found the room without difficulty.
On knocking, the door was opened by Mrs. Barry, who looked at him inquiringly.
“Does George Barry live here?” asked Paul.
“Yes. Are you the one he left in charge of his business?”
Paul answered in the affirmative, adding, “How is he?”
“He seems quite feverish. I am afraid he is going to have a fever. It's fortunate he came home. He was not able to attend to his business.”