It was on the third floor front, and the sign on the door read Fox & Mason.
“Hello, Thornton,” was Mr. Fox’s greeting as the boy entered his private office with his friend. “Glad to see you. Where’ve you been for the last two weeks, and may I ask how your employer, Mr. Whitemore, is this morning?”
“I’ve been out of town. As to Mr. Whitemore, the latest reports are not encouraging. Allow me to introduce you to Mr. William Bradhurst.”
“Glad to know you, Mr. Bradhurst,” said Fox, genially.
“Now, Mr. Fox, I wish your earnest attention. I’m going to put a good thing in your way,” said the boy in a business-like tone.
“Thanks. All favors thankfully accepted,” and he looked at Mr. Bradhurst as if he judged he was the good thing suggested.
“Read this,” said Vance, and he handed him the paper which authorized him to act for Mr. Whitemore.
Mr. Fox read it with some surprise.
“Now read this,” and Vance produced Mr. Jarboe’s letter.
“Phew!” was the broker’s comment after he had perused it.