under the frame of the raised window. He got a firm clutch. Relaxing his hold of the hinge standard, he stooped.
The next moment, on a decidedly reckless and awkward balance, Frank tumbled rather than dropped inside of the room that was his objective point of assault.
"Hello! what's this?" instantly hailed him.
Frank nimbly gained an upright position. He faced two men who, seated at a table covered with papers, began to push back their chairs In a somewhat startled way. They stared hard at the intruder.
Frank promptly doffed his cap. He made his most courteous bow.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said in a rather flustrated way, "but which Is Mr. Pryor, please?"
"I am Pryor," answered one of the twain, and Frank saw from the gathering frown on the speaker's face that a storm was brewing unless he headed it off summarily.
"I must beg your pardon, Mr. Pryor," said Frank, "but it is a matter of some business importance. I have been waiting for over an hour to see you. It won't take but a moment, sir," and Frank swiftly produced the check and the receipt entrusted to him by Mr. Buckner. Before Pryor
