"Where?"
"At the Sinclair House."
"Had you never seen him before?"
"No."
"Queer that he should engage you at such short notice!"
"He was acquainted with the gentleman I was with."
"What name?"
"Walter Gale."
"Yes, I have seen him. Are you related to Mr. Gale?"
"No."
"Are you aware that the boy you have displaced--John Crandall--is my nephew?"
"No, sir; I didn"t know it. I am sorry he has lost his place."
"He is a good boy, but Mr. Flint became prejudiced against him. Did he say anything about him when he engaged you?"
"I believe he said that he was not satisfactory, but as I did not know him I did not notice."
Another customer came in, and at nine o"clock Mr. Flint entered.
"I see you are on hand," he said, pleasantly, to Andy.
"Yes, sir."
"When did you come to the city?"
"Yesterday, sir."
"Have you a boarding place?"
"Yes, sir, in Clinton Place. I was recommended to it by Mr. Gale."
"That is well. Mr. Rich, this is the new boy."
"So he told me," said Rich, coldly.
"Have you had any customers?"
"Yes, sir. There is one article to be sent--a gold chain--to Mrs. Mason, of Fifty-sixth Street."
"Any time mentioned?"
"Twelve o"clock."
"You can send Andrew at that time."
"Very well, sir."
Andy was very glad of his employer"s presence. It checked any manifestation of rudeness on the part of the clerk.
At quarter to twelve a box containing the chain was handed to Andy, addressed to Mrs. Mason.
"Did you notice the lady who purchased the chain?" asked Mr. Flint.
"Yes, sir."
"I wish this box placed in her hands. Ask her to give you a receipt for it."
"Yes, sir."
"Here is money for car fare. You may go to lunch after delivering the box."
"Yes, sir."
Andy took a Broadway car, and just after twelve reached the house. The door was opened by a man-servant.
"I have a parcel for Mrs. Mason," said Andy.
"All right; I"ll take it."
"I am only to deliver it into her hands."
"She isn"t at home."
"Then I will wait for her. She said she would be here at twelve."
The man was about to speak rudely, when a lady mounted the steps.
"Are you from Mr. Flint?" she asked.
"Yes, madam."
"I am Mrs. Mason."
"I remember you," said Andy, bowing. "Will you be kind enough to give me a receipt?"
"Certainly. Step into the hall, and I won"t keep you waiting long."
Andy sat down.