"
Locking up his desk, Mr. Joyce put on his hat and led the way out on
the street.
"We'll have to hurry," he said, "or we'll find my friend has gone
home."
Richard needed no urging. With a strangely light heart he kept close
behind the leather merchant.
They passed along several blocks, and at length turned into Beekman
Street.
"Here we are," said Mr. Joyce, finally. "This is my friend's place of
business."
CHAPTER XIV.
WORK OBTAINED.
The establishment to which the leather merchant had brought Richard
was an imposing one, situated in a massive stone building, and having
large and heavy plate glass doors and windows. A formidable array of
blank-books and sets of well-known authors' works were piled up in the
window which bore the firm's name:
WILLIAMS & MANN.
Directly to the left of the entrance inside, stood a great safe, and
further on appeared an almost interminable row of shelves and drawers,
all apparently crammed with articles pertaining to the stationery and
book trade.
Stepping up to a salesman Mr. Joyce inquired:
"Is Mr. Williams in?"
"Mr. Williams has gone to Chicago," was the polite reply.
"Chicago, eh? When will he be back?"
"We expect him back day after to-morrow; possibly to-morrow afternoon.
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