He paused and glanced at the rear door and the typist smiled, discreetly.
"Oh, no," she said. And then, lowering her voice: "Have you had trouble with Mr. McBain?"
"Yes, I have," he answered. "You may have heard of me—my name is Henry Jones."
"Oh—Rimrock Jones?"
Her eyes brightened instantly as he slowly nodded his head.
"That's me," he said. "I used to run this whole town—I'm the man that discovered the mines."
"What, the Gunsight mines? Why, I thought Mr. McBain——"
"McBain what?"
"Why, I thought he discovered the mines."
Rimrock straightened up angrily, then he sat back in his chair and shook his head at her cynically.