“I am that person,” said Galt.
“You have delayed us a quarter of an hour,” said the chairman, still with his back to us.
“You were hard to find,” said Galt, very simply, looking about for a place to sit. A chair was placed for him at the opposite end of the table. There was no place for me, so I stood a little aside. Goldfuss, whom I had never seen and had not yet identified, sat beside the chairman. They had their heads together, whispering. The chairman spoke.
“The question is raised as to whether witness may be permitted to appear with counsel. It is decided in the negative. Counsel will be excused.”
Silence. Nothing happened.
“Counsel will be excused,” said the chairman again.
Still nothing happened.
“If you are talking at me,” said Galt, “I have no counsel. I didn’t bring any,—that is, I left them at the hotel.”
“Who is the gentleman with you?” the chairman asked.
“Oh,” said Galt, looking at me. “That’s all right. He’s my secretary. He doesn’t know any more law than I do.”