“I’m sorry—”
An interruption came from the head of the stairs. Clinton Glendenning’s querulous voice reached the men in the vestibule.
“Who’s there, Larkin?”
“A gentleman named Vincent,” called the secretary.
“Does he wish to see me?”
“Yes.”
“Bring him upstairs.”
The old man was back in his room when Harry entered with Larkin. Curiosity, rather than welcome, was apparent in Glendenning’s attitude. He was seated in his chair, and he eyed Harry sharply.
Harry sat down and looked at the old man. Larkin took his self-effacing stand within the door. In a friendly tone, Harry stated the purpose of his visit.
THE moment that Robert Buchanan’s name was mentioned, a change came over Clinton Glendenning. An angry expression appeared upon his face. His hands clawed the arms of his chair. Then the old man quieted.