number of schemes on as soon as
I get this one in such shape that Henry can run it--with the assistance
of Mr. Dick, of course," he hastened to add.

"What we came here for to-day," said Henry, "was to give you these
papers, Dick," and he handed over a large bundle.

"What are they?" asked Mr. Hamilton.

"The prospectus and incorporation papers of The International and
Consolidated Old Metal Corporation," interrupted Mr. Darby. "I drew them
up myself, and I know they are right. They show the interest you have in
the concern," turning to Dick, "and your interests are fully looked
after. I wish, also, to endorse the note my son gave you."

"It isn't necessary," declared Dick.

"Pardon me, young man, but it is," insisted Mr. Darby. "Business is
business," he continued, with a grand air, and, when Dick produced the
note, Mr. Darby, with a flourish, put his name on the back of it.

"It has doubled in value," he remarked, without the ghost of a smile.
"Now, our matters being concluded, I will bid you good-afternoon," he
said, and with a low bow to Mr. Hamilton and Dick, he backed out,
attended by McIverson.

"If he'd let Henry alone the business might amount to something,"
commented Mr. Hamilton when the visitors had gone.

"Yes, the idea of his taking some of the money to buy a new suit,"
observed Dick. "Well, I guess Henry can manage it if he only has half a
chance."

"I wouldn't give you much for that note," said Mr. Hamilton.

"You'll not discount it; eh, dad?"

"Not much! It's worse than ever since Hank put his signature on it. I
guess your two hundred and fifty dollars are gone."

"Never mind, I helped Henry, anyhow. Maybe he'll pull through. He's a
hard worker."

"Gentleman to see you, sir," interrupted McIverson, putting his head
into the office. "Says he has an appointment with you."

"What is the name?" asked Mr. Hamilton.

"Mr. Franklin Vanderhoof," announced the messenger, with a rolling tone
that denoted the person to be of apparent importance.

"Oh, yes. I'd forgotten. I'll see him at once. Dick, will you excuse me.
I have some business to discuss with Mr. Vanderhoof."

As Dick bade his father good-bye and left the office he saw entering it
a man, well dressed, and with a very black moustache. At the sight of
the man's face Dick started.

"Where have I seen him before?" the youth asked himself. "There is
something strange about that man. I wish I knew what his business was."

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