“Very good. Now come inside, and I will make you acquainted with the boy you are to succeed.”
Frank Simpson, the messenger, was perched on a high stool at a desk, sorting over a pile of papers for the head clerk.
He was a pleasant-featured boy of fifteen and appeared to be glad to know his successor.
“Where have you been working?” he asked Jack.
“I was employed by Hogg & Newman, in Stone Street, but the firm went up a couple of weeks ago.”
“Never worked in Wall Street, then?”
“No.”
“Well, you’ve struck a dandy place when you caught on here. How did you come to get the tip?”
Evidently Simpson hadn’t read about Jack’s adventure in the papers.
“Mr. Seymour Atherton sent me here.”