There he gasped out a bit of information that came near cracking the ostrich egg in two, so wide was the smile that overspread Peter's face.
"What--really! You don't say so! Telegraphed you?
Who ?" "A Mr.Ballantree," panted Jack.

"I have just left him at the Astor House." "I never heard of him.

Look out, my boy--don't sign anything until you--" "Oh, he is only the general manager.

It's a Mr.Guthrie--Robert A.
Guthrie--who wants it.

He sent Mr.Ballantree." "Robert Guthrie! The banker! That's our director; that's the man I told you of.