"It is."
"Then he's here, all right!"
"Mr. O'Neil is not in," the clerk repeated, gazing fixedly over Mr. Slater's left shoulder.
"Well, I guess his room will do for me. I ain't particular."
"His room is occupied at present. If you care to wait you will find—"
Precisely what it was that he was to find Tom never learned, for at that moment the breath was driven out of his lungs by a tremendous whack, and he turned to behold Dr. Stanley Gray towering over him, an expansive smile upon his face.
"Look out!" Slater coughed, and seized his Adam's apple. "You made me swallow my cud." The two shook hands warmly.
"We've been expecting you, Tom," said the Doctor. "We're all here except Parker, and he wired he'd arrive to-morrow."
"Where's Murray?"
"He's around somewhere."