"Oh, you've found a job, have you," spoke Bart, forced to smile at the bombastic business air assumed by his visitor.
"I represent Martin & Company," came from Wacker, in a solemn, dignified way. "Inspector. We want a rebate on that bill of lading."
Lem removed a slip from his loose-leaf book and tendered it to Bart.
"What's the matter with it?" inquired Bart.
"Consignment short," announced Wacker.
Bart looked him squarely in the eyes. Wacker had made the announcement malignantly. His gaze dropped.
"I'm hired to stop the leaks," he mumbled, "and if this office is responsible for any of them I'm the man to find it out."
"Well, in the present instance your claim is sheer folly. I see you note here one hundred and fifty pounds shortage. What is your basis?"
"I weighed them myself."
Bart consulted his books. Then he turned again to Wacker.