“So do I. Perhaps they have. But I say, you’d better look sharp.”
“Aren’t you coming too?” I said.
“I haven’t to be there till 10:30. They’ll see you first.”
At that moment a clock chimed the quarter, and startled me nearly out of my wits.
“That’s the time,” cried I. “Where ever is Hawk Street, Jack?”
“This is it we’re in, and that’s the place over the way. Merrett’s is on the first-floor.”
“Be sure you wait outside for me,” said I, preparing to dart over.
“Yes,” said he. “But, Fred, promise me one thing.”
“What?” said I, hurriedly.
“Not to show off badly because I’m after the place too.”