Chapter 22
Harry felt that matters were getting exciting, and a crisis seemed imminent. "I will hurry as fast as I can," he said. "I suppose he has come about the tin box, too. I hope he will stay till I get back." Vernon, little dreaming that he was recognized by the office boy** he took him to be*** had just jostled against him, kept on his way upstairs. His appearance was that of a well-dressed man, not much over thirty, who might be filling a responsible business position in the city. When, therefore, he said to the clerk, "Is Mr. Wheeler in?" he received a more polite reply than had been accorded to Harry fifteen minutes before. "Mr. Wheeler?" he asked. "Yes," said the lawyer, with his usual scrutinizing look. "I should like to speak to you in private, sir." "Another claimant for the rewar
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