"Thank you," said Clancy.
Then Zenda reappeared. He crowded himself into the car.
"I just telephoned my apartment, Miss Deane. The door-man went on at noon and stays until midnight. He says that a young lady answering your description called on me to-day."
"Did you need verification, Zenda?" asked the judge angrily.
Zenda shrugged.
"In a matter involving a hundred thousand and more, corroboration does no harm, and my obtaining it should not be offensive to Miss Deane."
"Oh, it isn't, it isn't!" said Clancy tremulously.
The judge's eyes narrowed.
"I must inform you, Zenda, that Miss Deane is my client," he said.