“If it won't interfere with your plans,” I suggested apologetically.
The Wolf drew back his lips over his fangs, and then turned the snarl into a smile. “Go on,” he said, waving amends for the snub he had administered.
“Well, I don't know much about Rosenheim, but I caught him talking with Decker.”
“Were the stocks transferred to Decker?”
“No; they stand to Rosenheim, trustee.”
“Well, Wilton, they've stolen a march on us, but I reckon we'll give 'em a surprise before they're quite awake.”
“And,” I continued coolly, “Decker's working up a deal in Crown Diamond and toying a little with Confidence—you gave me a week to find out, you may remember.”
“Very good, Wilton,” said the King of the Street with grudging approval. “We'll sell old Decker quite a piece of Crown Diamond before he gets through. And now is there anything more in your pack?”
“It's empty,” I confessed. “Well, you may go then.”
I was puzzled to know why Doddridge Knapp should wish to get me out of the office. Was there some secret locked in his room that he feared I might surprise if I stayed? I looked at him sharply, but there was nothing to be read on that impassive face.