“Part of it,” answered Tom.
“You did?” and Sandow seemed quite excited.
“I could not help it. I had to come in on the wire to see if Mr. Cutler was through, as a lady was anxious to talk to him.”
“Oh, well, it doesn’t matter,” spoke Sandow, with an air of studied indifference. “The message was of no importance. It was about some property I own, and which is in litigation. Mr. Cutler is my lawyer. It’s only a small matter.”
Tom wondered if it was, why Mr. Sandow should seem so frightened over something, for frightened the man certainly was.
“I don’t suppose you reported what you heard to any one; did you?” asked Sandow eagerly.
“No, sir,” replied Tom quickly. “It is against orders to speak of the firm’s business outside.”
“That’s right, though in this case it doesn’t make any difference. It was of small importance. The affair is closed up now. It was of no importance whatever.” And Sandow passed on.
“Well, if it wasn’t,” thought Tom, who had his own ideas on the subject, “you’re taking a great deal of trouble to impress that fact on me.”
Wondering more than ever what sort of a game Sandow was playing, Tom left the lobby of the hotel, and started toward home.