I expect he came on to the 'Angel' from Northborough yesterday." Jerramy opened the half-door, and going out to the end of the passage, looked up and down the street.
"There's a taxi-cab coming round the corner now," he announced presently.
"Coming quick, too--I should think he's in it." The business manager bustled out to the pavement as the cab came to a halt.

But instead of the fine face and distinguished presence of Mr.
Bassett Oliver, he found himself confronting a young man who looked like a well-set-up subaltern, or a cricket-and-football loving undergraduate; a somewhat shy, rather nervous young man, scrupulously groomed, and neatly attired in tweeds, who, at sight of the two men on the pavement, immediately produced a card-case.
"Mr.Bassett Oliver ?" he said inquiringly.

"Is he here?
I--I've got an appointment with him for one o'clock, and I'm sorry I'm late--my train--" "Mr.Oliver is not here yet," broke in Stafford.

"He's late, too--unaccountably late, for him.

An appointment, you say ?" He was looking the stranger over as he spoke, taking him for some stage-struck youth who had probably persuaded the good-natured actor to give him an interview.