“Well, I suppose you won’t have any trouble in finding it. You don’t need me to go up with you, do you?”
“Oh, no, sir,” said our hero, promptly. “I’m all right now.”
“Good-by, then.”
“Good-by. I thank you for your care of me.”
Harry shook hands with Mr. Falkland, and ascended the stairs. The staircase was rather narrow, and not particularly clean. It did not look quite so magnificent as Harry had anticipated, whose ideas of places of business in the city were rather brighter than the reality. But, then, he reflected that people at any rate got rich in the city, and that was the main point.
When he arrived at the head of the stairs he saw four doors, the highest number, of course, going up to 4. It would be necessary to climb another flight. This he did, and found himself very soon standing before No. 7. He was not quite sure whether he ought to knock, or go directly in. On the whole, he thought it best to knock.
“Come in!” said a voice from within.
Harry opened the door, and found himself in the presence of his employer.