“Make it up later, mister.”
“All right. Here is a note, it is to be taken to the top floor of this number and delivered into the hands of Mr. Prescott, the artist. You can take the elevator up.”
“All right, boss.”
“You are to tell him a girl dressed in black and wearing a little maid’s cap on her head gave you the note.”
“Fine looking’ maid you are, mister.”
“Never mind—do as I say. Here’s fifteen cents. If you come and report to me the result, I have a quarter more for you.”
“Hey! I’m off like the limited express.”
So saying he took note and money and plunged into the building with hot haste, determined to win the prize offered.
Eric waited patiently.
He knew he would see the boy again.