“Next Monday,” answered Tom, “if I can. I must go and see Mr. Sharp first.”
“Shall I see you again?”
“I will come if I need any more information. I will write you from California. Good-morning, sir.”
“Good-morning, Tom, and good luck, for both our sakes.”
As Tom passed through the outer room he saw the clerk who had admitted him surveying him curiously.
“Good-by,” said Tom. “You see I had some business here after all.”
“I shouldn’t think Mr. Armstrong would waste his wind with a boy like you.”
“Shouldn’t you? He has intrusted me with a confidential mission.”
“I don’t believe any such nonsense.”
“Just as you like,” said Tom carelessly.