“Yes; he’s all right—nice fellow.”
“Well, can’t you see him now, and ask him to let us into a room and send for Mr. Mountain?”
“Sure.”
Patsy went off, and in a few moments was back again, saying it was all arranged. He led Chick into a room opening off the lobby, and when the door was closed Patsy laughed and said:
“This job was easy enough, Chick, but the hard part was to convince our friend that I was the one I said I was. He knows Mountain, so that is all right.”
At this moment the door opened, and a short, rather stout man, with a sharp, bright, masterful face, entered, looking keenly about.
“The great mogul over all here,” whispered Patsy.
It was indeed the great theatrical manager of the day.
“Which one is Patsy?” he asked.
Patsy stood up, and the great manager looked him over keenly.