"Yes; MacFarland is his confidential man in the bank," he returned.
"Oh; that explains it. But what is it that Mr. Galbraith wants him to be careful about?"
Again Broffin thought quickly. If he should tell the plain truth.... "Tell me one thing, Miss Grierson," he said bluntly. "Am I doin' business with you, or with your father?"
"Most emphatically, with me, Mr. Broffin."
"All right; everything goes, then. Mr. Galbraith has been figurin' on buying some pine lands up north."
"I know that much. Go on."
"And he has sent MacFarland up to verify the boundary records on the county survey."
"To Duluth?"
Broffin nodded.
"I thought so," she affirmed. And then: "The records are all right, Mr. Broffin; but the lands which Mr. MacFarland will be shown will not be the lands which Mr. Galbraith is talking of buying. I want evidence of this—in black and white. Can you telegraph to some one in Duluth?"