"Hasn't he been notified."
"No."
"Why?" Seymour asked sternly.
"This, and much more, will come out at the meeting."
As Seymour swung along beside Winston, there was a meditative smile on his face. He was not accustomed to receiving curt answers to his inquiries. He had been watching Winston narrowly, and his first favorable impressions were being strengthened. Besides, he had lost no confidence in his own ability to take care of himself. They reached the office and entered.
Winston handed Seymour's grip to a waiting boy, and, without further ceremony, entered the private room. Uncle Sid and Helen were already there.
"Mr. Seymour, I think you have met Miss Lonsdale?"
Seymour greeted Helen with conventional affability; she was conscious of a piercing, though momentary, glance that seemed to read every nook of her soul.
"Captain Harwood, shake hands with Mr. Seymour." Winston made use of the hearty Western formula.
"Pleased to do so, Senner."