After Mr. Follingsbee’s departure, the Chief of the detectives took up his work just where he had laid it down to receive his visitor.
Ringing the bell he summoned the bright-eyed boy who waited without, and said, as soon as the lad appeared in the doorway:
“You know where to look for Vernet, George?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go to him as soon as possible; tell him I wish to see him at his earliest leisure; and you may wait a reasonable time, if he is out.”
When George had bowed and departed on his mission, the Chief opened his door and entered the outer office.
“Has Carnegie been in to-day?” he asked of a man seated at a desk between two tall windows.
“Not yet, sir.”
“Ah, then he will probably come soon. Send him in to me, Sanford.”
“Very well, sir.”