Dare came forward, pulling out the cutting of an advertisement.
'Mr.Somerset, this is yours, I believe, from the Architectural World ?' Somerset said that he had inserted it.
'I think I should suit your purpose as assistant very well.' 'Are you an architect's draughtsman ?' 'Not specially.

I have some knowledge of the same, and want to increase it.' 'I thought you were a photographer.' 'Also of photography,' said Dare with a bow.

'Though but an amateur in that art I can challenge comparison with Regent Street or Broadway.' Somerset looked upon his table.

Two letters only, addressed in initials, were lying there as answers to his advertisement.

He asked Dare to wait, and looked them over.