"Impossible!" Billy Cavanaugh's eyes went wide with horror. Harrison Grant pointed.
"There's the evidence," he answered as he pointed to the notes of a memorandum book he had brought from the desk. "Let's see what the rest of it has to offer."
A long silence, except for the crinkling of the pages as Harrison Grant read the notations in the old book. A long silence then——
"Careful there!"
"What's the matter?" Harrison Grant paused with a finger in the air. Billy Cavanaugh reached forward, and taking the finger in his hand, lowered it.
"Nothing—only you were about to touch that to your lips—and there's no telling how many different kinds of germs are on the pages of that book."
Harrison Grant smiled.
"Thanks, Billy," he said softly, then turned to his work again. A moment more and he had risen, his eyes wide, excited.
"Get a telephone, quick!"
"What's Up?"