She went with him to the head of the stairway. "Don't leave the office before I come," he called, looking back at her.
"You know I won't," she answered.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
TOLD HIM A STORY.
At the appointed time, the next day, George Witherspoon was waiting in his library. DeGolyer came in a cab, and when he got out, he told the driver to wait.
"Where is your friend?" Witherspoon asked as DeGolyer entered the room.
"He'll be here within a few minutes."
"Confound him, I'm getting sick of his peculiarities."
The merchant sat down; DeGolyer stood on the hearth-rug. The time was come, and he had been strong, but now a shiver crept over him.