Good night, Jim.
Thank you for callin'. Shall I ring for the Commodore to pilot you out?"
"No, I can find my way. I--Someone is coming."
From the hall came the clang of the elevator door and the sound of
voices. Before the captain or his friend could move, Caroline, Stephen,
Mrs. Corcoran Dunn, and Malcolm entered. Caroline was the first to reach
the library. Her entrance brought her face to face with Pearson.
"I beg your pardon," she began. "I did not know there was anyone here."
"It's only a friend of mine, Caroline," explained her uncle, quickly.
"Just callin' on me, he was."
"Good evening, Miss Warren," said Pearson, quietly.
The girl looked at him for an instant. Then her expression changed, and,
with a smile, she extended her hand.
"Why, Mr. Pearson!" she exclaimed. "I'm very glad to see you. You must
excuse me for not recognizing you at once. Steve, you remember Mr.
Pearson."
Stephen also extended a hand.
"Sure!" he said. "Glad to see you again, Pearson. Haven't met you for an
age. How are you?"
Pearson shook both the hands. He was embarrassed and hesitated in his
reply.
"It HAS been some time since we met," he said. "This is an unexpected
pleasure. Ah, Mr. Dunn, good evening."
"It is Mr. Pearson, the financial writer of the Planet, Malcolm," said
Caroline.
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