Harvey slowly folded the note and replaced it in his pocket. Then he spoke to Jim.
“Mr. Weeks, will you need me to-morrow?”
Jim looked up pleasantly. Since the recent issue of M. & T. stock, Jim's eyes had smiled almost continuously.
“Guess not,” he replied. “Going away?”
“Just over Sunday.”
“You aren't going anywhere near Truesdale, are you?”
“Why, yes.”
Jim whirled around to his desk and rummaged through some pigeonholes.
“I want to get word to a man down there,” he said,—“some fellow that Fox talks about, who has a good team to sell. I thought I had his card. Well, never mind, I'll call up Fox in the morning and get his name and address. Then if you have time”—Jim smiled—“you might talk with him and see what they are. Don't commit yourself; just size things up.”
Harvey bowed.