"Pull one out and see!" The startled Fisher drew back with an apologetic smile.
"I couldn't think of doing a thing like that, sir." "Oh, you couldn't," sneered the visitor; "then lead on!" Fisher showed the way up the stairs.

This time the traveller carried no books.

His left arm hung limply by his side and Fisher privately gathered that the hand had got loose from the detaining pocket without its owner being aware of the fact.

He pushed open the door and announced, "Mr.Gathercole," and Kara came forward with a smile to meet his agent, who, with top hat still on the top of his head, and his overcoat dangling about his heels, must have made a remarkable picture.
Fisher closed the door behind them and returned to his duties in the hall below.

Ten minutes later he heard the door opened and the booming voice of the stranger came down to him.