“Yes,” returned Noyes, in a low, quiet tone. “Helmsworth is coming to see me this evening. Everything will be final after I talk with him.”
“Where will he see you?”
“At my own apartment. Ten o’clock. I shall call you before eleven.”
“Good. I am anxious to hear what he has to say. It all depends upon him now.”
“Exactly. In the meantime” — Noyes spoke with a slight trace of caution — “do not call me either here or at my apartment. Your call this morning was sufficient. You have succeeded in your work. The less said the better.”
“I understand,” agreed Froman.
“I had the office call Helmsworth,” added Noyes. “They arranged the appointment. I am leaving here shortly after eight o’clock.”
The conversation ended, Parker Noyes quietly left the room and returned to the sun porch. His benign countenance and sparse gray hair belied the fact that he was an abettor of the cruel methods used by Frederick Froman.
“More business?” inquired Waddell jokingly, as Noyes made his appearance.
The lawyer laughed at the comment and nodded.