The boy, Captain Elisha's acquaintance of the morning, was out, regaling himself with crullers and milk at a pushcart on Broad Street, when the captain returned to the officers of Sylvester, Kuhn and Graves.

The clerk who had taken his place was very respectful.
"Captain Warren," he said, "Mr.Sylvester was sorry to miss you.

He waited until half past twelve and left word for us to telephone if you came.

Our Mr.Graves is still ill, and the matter of your brother's estate must be discussed without further delay.

Please sit down and I will telephone." The captain seated himself on the leather-covered bench, and the clerk entered the inner office.