"Come in," said Murdock, moving toward his easy chair.
The door opened and a servant appeared.
"Plaze, sur, Miss Agnes wud loike ter know kin yer resave her sum toime this afthernoon?"
"Yes, Mary; tell Miss Agnes I shall be in all the rest of the afternoon, and that I shall be at her disposal at any time."
Sturgis, picking up his hat and coat, hurried from the house.
"Why did he want to shut me in the extension?" he asked himself over and over, and he could find no satisfactory answer to the question.
Then he took from his pocket the lines he had written on Murdock's typewriter, and compared them carefully with those on the sheet which he had laboriously pieced together in the Knickerbocker bank on the previous day.
The result of the examination was apparently satisfactory; for, when Sturgis returned the papers to his pocket, his face wore an expression of calm but unmistakable triumph.