“But, doctor, you heard what he said at the last!” Hammond’s partner insisted. “Altogether different from what he’d planned.”
“Oh, I didn’t notice what he said,” the doctor told him calmly. “I was busy counting his heart beats.”
V.
A few minutes later, down in the city, little Jim Neenan drove hurriedly up to the hotel where Forsythe had headquarters, leaped from his car and made his way up to the Forsythe suite with all speed.
Forsythe was closeted in his private office, going over for the last time, the address that he was to deliver over the radio in a few minutes, but Jim burst in on him unannounced.
“Now do you owe me the two grand?” he demanded triumphantly.
“I do not! What for? Get out of here. Can’t you see I’m busy!” Forsythe snapped at him.
“What for?” Neenan snarled. “Why, for putting Hammond out of the running! Didn’t you know I did it?”
Forsythe stared at him in contempt.
“You did it!” he sneered. “That’s a delightful bluff, but I’m too busy to be amused. I don’t owe you two thousand dollars, and never will. Now get out, I tell you.”