The door is flung open—the elevator has come.
The door is closed—the elevator has gone.
And Frank Mansfield, turning, beheld the tall form of Elijah Callister regarding him malevolently from the threshold of the open office beyond.
[CHAPTER XX.]
JERRY BUCK PLAYS THE PART OF A DETECTIVE AGAIN.
It was after eight o'clock when Mr. Elijah Callister left the —— Building, Broad street, by the side door opening upon Exchange Place, and the night had turned off cold.
Detective Cutts was still with him, and buttoning their overcoats about them, both hurried off in the direction of William Street, with the air of men having business on hand.
As for Frank Mansfield, he had left the office of the stock-broker a good three hours before, with his mind full of doubts and fears.
"My daughter is quite capable of taking care of herself, Mr. Maxwell," the broker had said in his usual oily tones, as Frank returned to the office after the little scene enacted at the elevator door. "In future I beg you will be less attentive to any ladies who may chance to favor my office with a visit."