"Yes," repeated Pease shortly, opening the outer door for him. "At my office, Mr. Price, the first thing in the morning."
The door shut on the jeweller, and the two others came into the dining-room. Pease looked glum, the older man scornful, and in absorption they spoke before the others.
"It is settled, then," Mr. Fenno said grimly.
"I feel," responded Pease, "as if I had touched pitch."
"You will get over it," was the cynical retort. "Now, then, to finish all this up. Can you answer for Mather?"
Pease shook his head. "He must answer for himself."
"He shall, to-morrow," said Mr. Fenno. "What do you say to a meeting at my office—all of us?"
"You will need all," Pease answered.
"We can settle everything," went on Fenno in his heavy voice. "We will have it all in writing—I'll have a stenographer on hand."
A stenographer! Judith started with eagerness, and Mr. Fenno turned to her. "What do you say?" he asked. "Will you help us?"