“This is the Wonderland, I assume?” spoke the caller, grandiloquently.
“You have assumed right,” replied Pep.
“Mr. Frank Durham, proprietor?”
“One of them.”
“Can I see Mr. Durham personally. Important business.”
“Certainly. This way,” directed Pep, and he led the way to the living room at the rear.
“What did I tell you!” half groaned Hal Vincent into Frank’s ear the moment he set eyes on the newcomer.
“Ah, Mr. Durham—forgotten me, I suppose?” airily intimated the visitor, as he entered the room.
“Not at all,” replied Frank, with a pleasant smile, as he arose from the desk at which he was seated.
Jolly had got hold of a very presentable desk in his trading. It had been set in a convenient corner of the room and constituted the “office” of the Wonderland.