"I told her of the new secretary. She did just what I wanted—came up here—and, say Sheppard—what do you think? They were in this room and he had his arms about her!"
"The letters are all right, are they? How much did you have to pay the Leblanc girl?"
"Twenty thousand. That's all charged up against the pool. Say, Leblanc is—well—give you my word, Sheppard—I can hardly blame Brainard after all."
"You ARE the last word in woman haters, Lee."
Both men laughed.
"And the letters?"
"Don't worry. They are where they'll do the most good. Sybil has them herself. Now, what have you to report? You saw the district attorney?"
"Yes. He is ready to promise us all immunity if we will go on the stand for the state. The criminal business will come later. Only, you have to play him carefully. He's on the level. A breath of what we really want and it will be all off."
"Then we'll have to hold the stock up, as though nothing was going to happen."
They had left the board room.