Chapter ThreeAs Lord Harleston stepped out of the train, he was relieved to find a tall good-looking young man waiting for him with outstretched hands.
“You must be Lord Harleston,” he began. “I’m Waldo Sheridan Altman Junior. Just call me ‘Waldo’. I’ve come to welcome you on behalf of my father.”
“How do you do.”
“I hope you’ve had a good journey,” Waldo went on. “My father was notified by your Lordship’s secretary that you were coming to Denver and we’ve also received a telegram from Mr. William Henry Vanderbilt instructing us to look after you.”
He was obviously considerably impressed by this recommendation and his voice held quite a reverent note in it as he spoke of the great man and this amused Lord Harleston.
They proceeded outside the Station to find two open carriages and, wi
