“I’m well aware of that, but when the time comes, Mr. Leuppold, I intend to call for the production of the original books.”
Leuppold raised a protesting hand and then said craftily:
“Those books are lost, Mr. Gallatin.”
Gallatin only smiled at him.
“Thanks for that information, Mr. Leuppold. For that being the case, even you will admit that my copy is admissible in secondary evidence.”
Loring’s quick glance caught Leuppold’s. The point was well taken. Leuppold covered his confusion with a magnificent gesture and a resumption of his blandest manner.
“How are you going to prove that these are copies from the books?” he asked easily.
“I will produce that evidence at the proper time.”
“Produce it now——”
“I will, if necessary.”