“Oh, I see; you are acquainted with the old gent.”
Jack nodded, but did not mention how that acquaintance came about.
“Then I guess you’re solid, all right,” added Simpson. “There, I’m through now. Come outside.”
The two boys walked into the outer office and took possession of a couple of chairs in a corner.
“This is your post. When the boss or the manager wants you he taps a bell and you answer it—see?”
Jack understood, and an instant later Mr. Bishop’s bell sounded.
“I’ll take the call,” said Simpson, skipping over to the manager’s private office.
He was back in a moment.
“You’re to deliver this envelope at the address, on Exchange Place, and wait for an answer. I’m off for the Seaman’s Bank.”
The boys seized their hats, descended the stairs together with a hop, skip and a jump, and parted at the door.