"Is the broker's nephew in?" asked Harry.
"Yes. He's the boss here now. Got your card?"
Harry handed him a business card and he carried it into a private office in the rear. A few minutes later he came out, with a smile on his face, and said to the detectives:
"Mr. Mason says for you to come in."
He ushered the Bradys into the private office and they there beheld Ronald Mason, the broker's nephew, sitting at his desk.
About thirty years of age, his tall, thin figure clad in stylish clothing, Ronald Mason was a clean-shaven individual, with hard features.
He had cold, gray eyes, and a haughty, overbearing appearance.
When the detectives came in, they saw him bending a queer, searching look at them, and he then asked in low tones:
"Well, gentlemen, what can I do for you to-day?"
Neither of the detectives were favorably impressed with his appearance.