"Have you got the advertisement? Can you tell the name and number of the advertiser?"
"Yes, his name is John Chester, and his office is at No. 49 Wall Street."
"Good. We must go down directly, or he will be gone."
The boys hurried to the office, which was on the third floor of the building. A young man, of eighteen or nineteen, was in sole possession. It may be remarked, by the way, that Mr. Chester was a lawyer, and this young man had just entered the office as student.
"That can't be Mr. Chester," said Henry, in a low voice, as the young man turned upon their entrance, and fixed his eyes inquiringly upon them.
"I'll ask," said Sam.
"Are you Mr. Chester?" he inquired.
The youth looked flattered at being mistaken for his employer.
"Mr. Chester has gone home," he answered, consequentially; "but, perhaps, I can do well. Do you come on business?"
"Yes," said Sam.