“Well, come in and sit down.”
“What do you want with me?” asked Darrell, just as though he did not already know.
“Can you give me an hour or so?”
“Yes.”
“I have a favorite clerk—I am afraid he has fallen into bad company. For his mother’s sake I want to rescue him before it is too late.”
Darrell admired the motive however much he distrusted the man.
“Wait a minute and I will go with you.”
He kicked off his slippers and drew on his shoes. Then a coat and hat followed. The minute was not yet over when he announced himself in readiness.
Truly, Eric Darrell would do for a lightning change artist on the stage.