"
"I'll risk it. Good-by and good luck. I shall see you very soon."
"That's right; do. So long."
CHAPTER VI
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. He returned, a few moments later, to say:
"Mr. Sylvester is at the Central Club. He wished me to ask if you could
conveniently join him there."
Captain Elisha pondered. "Why, yes," he replied, slowly, "I s'pose I
could. I don't know why I couldn't. Where is this--er--club of his?"
"On Fifth Avenue, near Fifty-second Street. I'll send one of our boys
with you if you like."
"No, no! I can pilot myself, I guess. I ain't so old I can't ask my
way. Though--" with a reminiscent chuckle--"if the folks I ask are all
sufferin' from that 'Ugh' disease, I sha'n't make much headway.
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