if that were a fact of
considerably more importance.

He waited to see if she was ready to volunteer any further information,
but apparently she considered this sufficient.

At that point Farnsworth came out and took a look about the office.
His eyes fell upon Don, and he crossed the room.

He handed Don a package.

"I wish you would deliver these to Mr. Hayden, of Hayden & Wigglesworth,"
he requested.

Farnsworth returned to his office, leaving Don staring helplessly at
the package in his hands.

"For Heaven's sake, get busy!" exclaimed Miss Winthrop.

"But where can I find Mr. Hayden?" inquired Don.

"Get out of the office and look up the firm in a directory," she
returned sharply. "But hustle out of here just as if you did know."

Don seized his hat and obeyed. He found himself on the street, quite
as ignorant of where to find a directory as he was of where to find
Mr. Hayden, of Hayden & Wigglesworth. But in rounding a corner--still
at full speed--he ran into a messenger boy.

"Take me to the office of Hayden & Wigglesworth and there's a quarter
in it for you," he offered.

"I'm on," nodded the boy.

The office was less than a five minutes' walk away. In another two
minutes Don had left his package with Mr. Hayden's clerk and was back
again in his own office.

"Snappy work," Miss Winthrop complimented him. "The closing prices
must be out by now. You'd better look them over."

"Closing prices of what?" he inquired.

"The market, of course. Ask Eddie--the boy at the ticker. He'll give
you a sheet."

So Don went over and asked Eddie, and was handed a list of closing
quotations--which, for all he was concerned, might have been football
signals. However, he sat down and looked them over, and continued to
look them over until Farnsworth passed him on his way home.

"You may as well go now," Farnsworth said. "You'll be here at nine
to-morrow?"

"Nine to-morrow," nodded Don.

He returned to Miss Winthrop's desk.

"He says I may go now," he reported.

"Then I'd go," she advised.

"But I--I want to thank you."

"For Heaven's sake, don't!" she exploded. "I'm busy."

"Good-night."

"Good-night."

He took the Subway back to the Grand Central, and walked from there to
the club. Here he found a message from Frances:--

Dad sent up a box for the theater to-night. Will you come to dinner
and go with us?

When Don, after dressing, left his house for the Stuyvesants' that
evening, it was with a