The Thunder Bird to repair, a big business deal to be accepted or rejected,--whichever his judgment advised and the fates favored,--and he in bed at seven o'clock! He dressed hurriedly, expecting to hear an impatient rapping on the door before he was ready to face a critical business world.

If he had time that day, he ought to get himself some clothes.

He would not want to eat again in that place where Cliff Lowell took him, dressed as he was now.
He waited an impatient five minutes, went down to the lobby,--after some trouble finding the elevator,--and found himself alone with the onyx pillars and a few porters with brushes and things.

A different clerk glanced at him uninterestedly and assured him that no one had called to see Mr.Jewel that morning.

He left word that he would be back in half an hour and went out to find breakfast.