In any event, he felt positive that the secret of the bill did not rightfully belong to Poritol. If the bill had been in his possession, he should have been able to copy the abbreviated message. Indeed, the lies that he had told were all against the notion of placing any confidence in him. The two South Americans were altogether too eager.
Orme decided to go for a walk. He could think better in the open air. He took up his hat and cane, and descended in the elevator.
In the office the clerk stopped him.
“A man called to see you a few minutes ago, Mr. Orme. When I told him that you were engaged with two visitors he went away.”
“Did he leave his name?” asked Orme.
“No, sir. He was a Japanese.”
Orme nodded and went on out to the street. What could a Japanese want of him?