Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 126: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 117 the hotel, he walked over to the storage building and Spent about an hour there, and then returned to the hotel reading-room to write a brief letter to his mother, inclosing the photograph she wanted, direct- ing the communication to the third town on the route of the concert company. This duty attended to, he started for the office of the /ireside Favorite. He paused for an instant before he pushed open the door at the head of the three flights of stairs. He knew what he should have to face inside, and when he finally entered, the dozen or more girls all stopped work, just as he had expected they would, and gazed at him with round eyes and mouths ajar. ‘‘Would you please tell Mr. Inwood that Guy Hammersley would like to see him for a moment ?” he said to the miss who finally managed to recover from her astonishment sufficiently to approach the railing. She wasthe one who had been set to watch him in Mr. Tretbar’s room that efternoon, and as Guy recalled the circumstance his cheeks burned in spite of him. He could see the advertising agent busily writing at his desk, and presently noted the annoyed expres: sion on his face when the girl delivered her message. He did not send word for his caller to come in, but, springing to his feet, came out to the railing with a frown on his forehead, and his pen held suspended between his fingers, as if to intimate that the inter- view must be extremely brief. ‘Well, sir,” he demanded, in no gentle tone, ‘‘what brings you here?” Gomicboo cS (E(0) m