Tell him John Merrick is here." "Your card, sir." "I haven't any.

My name will do." The official hesitated, and glanced at the little man's seedy garb and countryfied air.

But something in the angry glance of the shrewd eye made him fear he had made a mistake.

He opened a small door and disappeared.
In a moment the door burst open to allow egress to a big, red-bearded man in his shirtsleeves, who glanced around briefly and then rushed at Uncle John and shook both his hands cordially.
"My dear Mr.Merrick!" he exclaimed, "I'm delighted and honored to see you here.

Come to my room at once.