All doubt, all hesitation had disappeared. Murray was wide awake and active. He called in his private messenger.
“When Mr. Mays reports,” he said, “he is to wait until I have had a talk with him before going out. I shall send for him when I am ready.” Then, giving the boy a slip of paper with a name and an address on it, “I want to see that man here at once. Take a cab and bring him. Tell him the validity of his life insurance depends upon it.”
While the boy was gone, Murray slipped out himself, and, when he returned, a stranger accompanied him. The stranger was secreted in a room adjoining, and then Murray took up the routine of his regular work. The only interruption came when a clerk informed him that Mays was waiting.
“Let him wait,” said Murray. “I’m not quite ready for him yet. If he tries to leave, jump on his back and hold him.”
After a time the messenger returned with the man for whom he had been sent, and Murray immediately took him into his private office and shut the door.
“Mr. Leckster,” he said abruptly, “how much of a rebate did Mays give you on the policy you took out with us?”
Leckster was plainly mystified and frightened.
“Out with it!” commanded Murray. “Your policy isn’t worth the paper it’s written on unless the matter is straightened out mighty quick. How much was the rebate?”
“I don’t understand,” said Leckster, already nearly terror-stricken.
“How much of his commission did he give to you to get you to take out a policy?”