One by one the clerks passed into the room of the senior partner. Low but earnest voices could be heard from behind the closed door. Several telephone inquiries came for Mr. Boise, but Tom had been instructed to turn the clients over to Mr. Keen, as Mr. Cutler was out.
One by one the clerks came from the room of Mr. Boise. They looked worried, but not guilty, and all, evidently, had succeeded in proving to the satisfaction of their employer that they, at least, were not guilty of betraying the firm’s secret.
As the last clerk emerged, Mr. Cutler came into the office. He seemed quite excited over something, and, as Mr. Boise came from his room at that moment, the two members of the firm met.
“I hear you lost the Kendall case,” began Mr. Cutler.
“Yes, I——”
“I suppose you know how it came about,” interrupted the junior partner, with a vindictive glance at Tom.
“That is what I have been trying to find out.”
“I think I can tell you.”
“You? What do you mean?”
“I mean that the secret of the injunction about the dam was betrayed by some one in this office.”