“From no one. I have business of my own with Mr. Wheeler.”
“Who is it?” asked an imperative voice.
“A boy to see you, sir,” answered the clerk, respectfully.
“Bring him in, then, and don’t waste his time and your own in unnecessary talk.”
“Waste his time, indeed,” muttered the clerk, who evidently did not regard Harry’s time as particularly valuable.
“Well, young man,” said the lawyer—for such was his business—as Harry entered his presence. “What is it?”
“I should like a private interview, sir,” said Harry, glancing at the clerk, who was hovering near.
“Shut the door, and resume your writing, Richard,” said Mr. Wheeler.
Shrugging his shoulders, with a disappointed look, Richard obeyed.
“I came to see you about the advertisement,” said Harry, coming to the point at once.