“Well, aren’t you going to tell me what you want?”
“Not until your lawyer gets here,” Mason said.
“But you said you wouldn’t wait.”
“I don’t like to wait in outer offices,” Mason observed, “unless it’s necessary, and I don’t like to discuss legal points of business with a man I’m going to trim unless his attorney is present… Suppose we talk about baseball or politics.”
Loftus half rose from his chair. His face assumed a slightly purplish tinge. “I’m going to warn you, young man,” he said, “that you’re due for the surprise of your life. Your rather spectacular courtroom victories have been made possible because you were pitted against underpaid public servants and political appointees. You’re going up against the best and highest-priced brains in the legal business now.”
“That’s nice,” Mason said. “I always like to…”
The door was pushed open. A tall, broad-shouldered man with high cheekbones came bursting into the office. He was carrying a brief case in his hand. “I told you not to see him until I got here,” he said to Loftus.
Mason smiled affably. “I wouldn’t wait,” he said. “I take it you’re the legal department.”
The man eyed him without cordiality. “I’m Ganten,” he said, “senior partner of Ganten, Kline & Shaw. You’re Mason. I’ve seen you in court. What do you want?”
“I asked Mr. Loftus over the telephone,” Mason said, “to tell me what he knew of a transaction involving the sale of fifty thousand shares of stock in the Western Prospecting Company to Albert Tidings as trustee. He refused.”