"Well, could you—couldn't you advance me something now for Bert's care? He needs a lot of things, that boy does."
"You go too swiftly, Mr. Gayne. Come back here at three o'clock day after to-morrow."
Gayne looked at the papers and picture strewn on the lawyer's desk. "I don't know about leaving the only proofs of our rights that I've got."
Luther Wrenn turned to the desk and gathered them up. "Certainly. Take them to some lawyer in whom you have confidence."
"Oh, pshaw, no," said Gayne sheepishly. "I didn't mean that. You were Mr. Loring's lawyer. You're the one to handle the case."
"Good-day, then, Mr. Gayne."
"Good-day," and Nicholas took his departure.
As soon as the door had closed behind him, Wrenn seated himself at the desk and called up the Copley-Plaza. Diana was waiting.
"Miss Wilbur?"
"Yes."