"Very well, thank you, Mr. Billings. Have you dined? Sorry; which way are you heading?"
The new-comer had the bearing of a gentleman used to consideration. He was, indeed, the secretary of the Bronx Loan and Trust Company, whose business was chiefly the administration of the Ardmore estate, and Ardmore knew him very well. He was afraid that Billings had traced him to Atlanta for one of those business discussions which always vexed and perplexed him so grievously, and the thought of this further depressed his spirits. But the secretary at once eased his mind.
"I'm looking for a man, and I'm not good at the business. I've lost him and I don't understand it, I don't understand it," and the secretary seemed to be half-musing to himself as he sat down and rested his arms on the table.
"You might give me the job. I'm following a slight clue myself just at present."
The secretary, who had no great opinion of Ardmore's mental capacity, stared at the young man vacantly. Then it occurred to him that possibly Ardmore might be of service.
"Have you been at Ardsley recently?" he asked.
"Left there only a few days ago."
"You haven't seen your governor lately, have you?"
"My governor?" Ardmore stared blankly. "Why, Mr. Billings, don't you remember that father's dead?"