Finally the artist stepped back a pace. “There! that is done. I beg your pardon—” and he wheeled around.
As he saw who his visitor was he uttered an exclamation of surprise.
“Ah! you, Mr.—Mr.—”
“Darrell.”
“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Mr. Darrell?”
Evidently he was inclined to be a little suspicious of the man who had had that letter in his possession.
At the same time his curiosity was aroused. Eric saw this. He was ready to take advantage of it.
Coolly seating himself he said:
“Mr. Prescott, I have called to see you in reference to that paper which you received from my hands this morning.”
“Ah! indeed,” with a frown.