CHAPTER XXV.
A TERRIBLE COMPACT.
Perry Lamont, the millionaire, stood underneath the brilliant chandelier in his luxurious library, apparently waiting for some one. He looked anxiously toward the door, and when it opened his eyes glittered.
The person who entered the room was his son.
For half a second father and son stood face to face, and then the former waved the other to a chair.
Claude, looking a little worse for the night out, complied, and waited for his father to speak.
“Who is this man Richmond?” asked Lamont, senior.
The young man started.
“He is your friend, I believe?”
“He is, and he is a nice gentleman,” said Claude.
“I judge so,” and a smile came to the father’s lips.