He walked up to the youth and nodded pleasantly.
"You're the boy from Pelter, Japson & Company, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yep," was the laconic reply.
"I want to find a man connected with your concern—I don't know his name," continued Dick. "He has a pointed chin and very heavy eyebrows."
"Oh, you mean Mr. Japson," said the boy, quickly.
"Is that Mr. Japson?" repeated Dick, scarcely able to suppress his astonishment.
"Sure it is. He's got a very long chin, and his eyebrows is so heavy they come right down over his eyes. I don't see why he don't cut 'em off some—I would quick enough," went on the office boy.
"Is Mr. Japson in the offices now?"
"No."
"Are you sure of that? He was coming down."
"I know it. But he just telephoned to Mr. Pelter that he couldn't come—something important."
"How long ago was this? "
"Oh, just a couple of minutes ago."
"Is Mr. Pelter there yet?"
