Should he attend first to that, or to the sale of the coupons? On the whole, he decided to go to Mr. Wheeler’s office first, as the tin box might be removed at any time, if the suspicions of Vernon or Temple should be excited.
It was, of course, perfectly easy to find any address on Broadway, and not many minutes elapsed before Harry found himself before the door of office No. 10.
Entering—for the door was ajar—he saw a large, handsomely fitted-up office, with a small room partitioned off at one corner.
In this room sat a man of middle age, with a keen face and a brisk air, which indicated that he was a trained man of business.
Outside, at a desk, sat a young man, evidently a clerk, who was busily engaged in writing. It was he who looked up when Harry entered and looked hesitatingly about.
“Well, Johnny, what can I do for you?” said the young man, patronizingly.
“Is Mr. Wheeler in the office?”
“Yes; but he is busy.”
“He will see me,” said Harry, with quiet confidence.
“Will he?” asked the young man, surveying our hero with some curiosity. “Who do you come from?”