“None other,” was the reply. “How’s everything, Harry?”
“All right. Come on up to the room. We can talk a while.”
When they reached Harry’s room, the two men began a long conversation.
They had not seen each other for some time. Bruce Duncan had been abroad. He had just recently returned to America.
When Harry had last seen him, Duncan had been worried, and his appearance had shown it. Now he was the picture of health; a fine, clean-cut chap of powerful physique.
At first the talk was of Bruce Duncan’s trip abroad. Finally Harry lowered his voice, and referred to events of the past.
“Has everything been all right?” he asked. “All right since the affair of the Russian jewels?”
Bruce Duncan nodded.
“You have told no one?” questioned Harry.
“No one,” replied Duncan. “I have preserved absolute secrecy.”