“Yes; but I don’t know if he will see you.”
“He sent for me.”
“Oh, did he? Well, he’s in there.”
The clerk pointed to an inner room, partitioned off from the main office.
Gilbert approached it, and as the door was partially open entered, and, removing his hat, said, “Good-morning, Mr. Briggs.”
Mr. Briggs was a short man, inclined to be corpulent, with marked features.
He turned as he heard Gilbert’s salutation.
“So you received my letter,” he said.
“Dr. Burton did.”
“Yes, I wrote to him. It’s all the same.”