The door opened, and Mr. Bagley entered, followed by a tall, powerfully built man whose robust physique and cheap looking clothes contrasted strangely with the delicate, ultra-fashionably attired English secretary.
“Take a seat, Sergeant,” said Mr. Ryder, cordially motioning his visitor to a chair. The man sat down gingerly on one of the rich leather-upholstered chairs. His manner was nervous and awkward, as if intimidated in the presence of the financier.
“Are the Republican Committee still waiting?” demanded Mr. Ryder.
“Yes, sir,” replied the secretary.
“I'll see them in a few minutes. Leave me with Sergeant Ellison.”
Mr. Bagley bowed and retired.
“Well, Sergeant, what have you got to report?”
He opened a box of cigars that stood on the desk and held it out to the detective.
“Take a cigar,” he said amiably.
The man took a cigar, and also the match which Mr. Ryder held out. The financier knew how to be cordial with those who could serve him.