“And you’re waiting here for your friend, Joe McGlory?”
“He was to meet me here at ten,” said Matt, his surprise growing.
“Well,” went on the lad, a tinge of color coming into his face, “he—he won’t be able to meet you.”
“Won’t be able to meet me?” echoed Matt. “Is business keeping him?”
“That’s it. I’m from the office of Random & Griggs, and Mr. McGlory wants you in a hurry.”
“What does he want me for?”
“That’s more than I know. You see, I’m only a messenger in the brokers’ office.”
He was a well-dressed young fellow, for a messenger, but Matt knew that some of the messengers, from the Wall Street section, spend a good share of their salary on clothes, and, in fact, are required to dress well.
“I can’t imagine what Joe wants me for,” said the wondering Matt, “but I’ll go with you to Liberty Street and find out.”
“He’s not at the office, now,” went on the messenger, “but started into the country with Mr. Random just as I left the office to come after you.”