"None that concerns you," rejoined Blake.
His eyes fixed upon the man with a cold steely glint that visibly disconcerted him. But the fellow had been in training for years. He replied promptly, though in a more civil tone: "If you do not wish to state your business to me, sir, you'll have to wait until—"
"No, I won't have to wait until," put in Blake. "Your boss told me to call at ten sharp."
"In that case, of course—Your name, please."
"Blake."
The man slipped inside, closing the door behind him. He was gone perhaps a quarter of a minute. When he reappeared, he held the door half open for Blake.
"Step in, sir," he said. "Mr. Leslie can spare you fifteen minutes."
Blake looked the man up and down coolly. "See here," he replied, "just you trot back and tell Mr. H. V. Leslie I'm much obliged for his favoring me with an appointment, but long as he's so rushed, I'll make him a present of his blessed quarter-hour."
"My land, sir!" gasped the doorkeeper. "I can't take such a message to him!"
"Suit yourself," said Blake, deliberately drawing a cigar from his vest pocket and biting off the tip.