"I—I want to speak to you," panted the boy.
"Well, speak away. I'm listening."
Clyde shook his head.
"No, not here," he said, with due regard to the danger of talking over private matters where an unsuspected ear might be within hearing distance. "This is very important."
"It must be," said the broker, with a little laugh. "Well, come to my room."
The broker led the way to a room that looked out upon the water.
Clyde walked to the window to see that there were no convenient porches, and then drew a chair up to the table and sat down.
"Now," said the broker, "go on."
Clyde hesitated a moment. He really did not know how to begin. Finally be got started:
"Mr. Leeds, you said to-day that you had got tired of the yacht, did you not?"