“It does not absolutely prove it, however,” went on Mr. Boise. “Some one may have called him up from outside.”
“Yes; but who knew about the plan to let Simpson partly destroy the dam, so that an injunction might be secured?” asked Mr. Cutler.
“Well, unfortunately, Mr. Kendall mentioned it aloud in the office here one day,” admitted Mr. Boise. “I cautioned him to be careful, but he spoke before I could prevent him. I don’t know who heard him. There was no other clients in at the time.”
“No; but Tom was,” insisted the junior partner.
“Yes; I heard Mr. Kendall’s remarks about the dam,” admitted the telephone boy. “But I never spoke to a soul about it. You were also in your office at the time, Mr. Cutler,” he could not help adding, “and your door was open.”
“What! You dare accuse me?” cried the lawyer. “The idea! The impudence. Boise, I demand his discharge at once!”
“Wait a minute,” spoke the senior partner calmly, “I do not believe Tom meant to accuse you of giving our secret away.”
“No, sir,” put in Tom.
“He only meant that other persons besides himself heard what Mr. Kendall so foolishly said. But I shall investigate this further. I will go to the telephone company at once. Tom, remain here until I return.”
Mr. Cutler, with a vindictive glance at the boy, passed into his private office, and Tom, with a dull, leaden feeling in his heart, saw Mr. Boise go out. Our hero waited anxiously for what might happen next.