"That's his picture," said Frank, displaying the photograph.
"Oh, yes," said his new acquaintance, "he is here now. His name is Fred, isn't it?"
"Yes," answered Frank, eagerly; "I don't see him. Where is he?"
"He's playing cards upstairs, but I don't believe he can tell one card from the other."
"Been drinking, I suppose," said Frank, betraying no surprise.
"I should say so. Do you know the fellows he's with?"
"I am not sure about that. How long has Fred been upstairs?"
"About an hour. He was playing billiards till he couldn't stand straight, and then they went upstairs."
"Would you mind telling him that there is a friend downstairs who wishes to see him, that is, if you know the way?"
"Oh, yes, I live here. Won't you come up with me?"