“I would like to see Mr. Vincent,” replied Frank.
“He is busy just now.”
“Then I will wait.”
“Can’t I attend to the business?”
“I think not. I wrote to him, and he sent word for me to come and see him.”
“What name, please?”
“Frank Hardy.”
The clerk walked to an office in the rear and presently came back.
“Mr. Vincent will see you now,” he said, and showed Frank the way.
“Well, my young friend, I am glad to see you again,” said Philip Vincent, as he arose from in front of a large roller-top desk and shook hands. “Take a seat, and I’ll be at liberty in a few minutes.” And then he turned to his desk again and began to sign some letters.