When he arrived at Waldstricker's office, he found the elder absent. An evil leer on his face, he swaggered up and down the street, his hands thrust deep into his pockets.
He had made the great discovery of his life. He had lined his pockets with gold, and more than that, he had made a lifelong friend of one of the powerful men in Ithaca.
He saw Waldstricker when he turned the corner from State and made his way down Tioga. The squatter turned into the large building, slunk in an alcove, and waited. He heard the heavy tread of the elder on the stairs, heard him pass and go higher up. A few minutes later, he followed.
When he opened the door, Waldstricker greeted him.
"Back again?"
"Yep," chuckled Letts.
"With news, I hope," stated the other.
"Sure," replied Sandy.
"Then tell me," answered Waldstricker, peremptorily. "I'm busy today."
"Did ye ever hear anything of Bishop?" asked the squatter.