The office of the wholesale flour and feed merchant was on Broad Street, and hither Frank found his way.
“Is Mr. Garrison in?” he asked of the clerk who came forward to meet him.
“What name, please?”
“Frank Hardy. I was sent here by my father, Thomas Hardy, of Claster.”
“I’ll see if Mr. Garrison will see you. He is very busy at present.”
“Tell him it is very important.”
The clerk walked to the rear of the place and entered a private office, closing the door behind him.
Frank heard some strong conversation for several minutes and then the clerk returned.
“Mr. Garrison is very sorry, but just now he cannot see you, as he has an important account to look after. He says if you will call at three o’clock this afternoon he will see you, and explain everything to your father’s entire satisfaction.”
“At three o’clock,” repeated Frank.