"Grant Chadwick was foxy enough to hang on to them, but he was too slow to use them.
He knew what he could do, but he was holding back. He could have crimped Mayo completely.
"That's why Denby Chadwick is sick — he knows that Mayo wants them, and he knows he's double-crossing Mayo. That's why he tried to beg off, but he's afraid of me. If he only had sense enough to know — "
Benson was holding his hand to interrupt. Delmuth stopped his sentence. He realized that Grady was simply an ignorant underling who served Jeremiah Benson, and that the old man did not want these details discussed too freely while Grady was present.
"Did you have any trouble, Grady?" asked Benson quietly.
"No," said the stocky man, in a gruff voice. "That guy Chadwick handed it all over without any argument."
Delmuth, smiling knowingly, handed a paper to Benson. The gray-haired man read it. His eyes gleamed with malicious pleasure. He gave the paper back to Delmuth.
"You're taking charge of it?" asked Benson.
"Sure," replied Delmuth. "That sinks young Chadwick. I'm the man to hold it over him."
"No trouble, Grady?" questioned Benson. "No one outside the Green Mill?"