Some one opened the door.
Carter could not see who it was from where he was standing, but he heard the cabman exclaim:
“I want to see Mr. Simeon Rich.”
“He isn’t in,” a female voice replied.
Carter did not recognize it, but he surmised that it belonged to either Sally Rich or Isabella Porter.
“I want to see him, miss,” the cabby insolently said. “If he isn’t in I’ll wait until he comes.”
“Who are you?” the woman within the room asked.
“It doesn’t matter who I am.”
“It doesn’t, eh? Well, I guess it does.”
“Is Rich in there? If he is, tell him that the cabman who drove him about town on the day before New Year’s wants to see him.”