Soon afterward he put on his hat and coat and
went out.
Half an hour later he entered the office of a firm of commission brokers
on lower Broad Street, and inquired if a gentleman by the name of Mr.
Malcolm Dunn was connected with that establishment. On being answered in
the affirmative, he asked if Mr. Dunn were in. Yes, he was.
"Well," said Captain Elisha, "I'd like to speak to him a minute or so.
Just tell him my name's Warren, if you don't mind, young feller."
The clerk objected to being addressed as "young feller," and showed his
disapproval by the haughty and indifferent manner in which he departed
on the errand. However, he did so depart, and returned followed by
Malcolm himself. The latter, who had been misled by the name into
supposing his caller to be Stephen Warren, was much astonished when he
saw the captain seated outside the railing.
"Good afternoon," said Captain Elisha, rising and extending his hand:
"How are you to-day, sir? Pretty smart?"
The young man answered briefly that he was all right. He added he was
glad to see his visitor, a statement more polite than truthful.
"Well, what's up?" he inquired, condescendingly. "Nothing wrong with
Caro or Steve, I hope."
"No, they're fust-rate, thank you."
"What's doing, then? Is it pleasure or business?"
"Well, a little of both, maybe.
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