The fact is,
I feel out of everything. I get pretty lonely sometimes. Garry,
here, never stays five minutes when he comes to see me, so many
people are after him all the time. Please say you'll come!"
There was a note in the boy's voice that swept away all the older
man's scruples.
"Come, my son! Of course I'll come," burst out Peter. "I'll be
there at nine o'clock."
As Morris and the others passed between the table and the wall on
their way to the cloak-room, Minott, who had listened to the whole
conversation, waited until he thought Peter had gone ahead, and
then, with an impatient gesture, said:
"What the devil, Jack, do you want to waste your time over an old
fellow like that for?"
"Oh, Garry, don't--"
"Don't! A bald-headed old pill who ought to have--"
Then the two passed out of hearing.
CHAPTER IV
Breakfast--any meal for that matter--in the high-wainscoted, dark-
as-a-pocket dining-room of the successful Wall Street broker--the
senior member of the firm of A. Breen & Co.
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