“My car will be here shortly,” he said. “I should be pleased to take you in to New York—”
“Thanks,” returned Tholbin. “I have my own car outside. Always drive in and out, you know.”
With that, he turned and headed for the hall. Cranston watched him, then turned his head to see Frederick Froman standing close by. The light-haired man had approached while Tholbin was saying good-by to Waddell.
“You are leaving soon, Mr. Cranston?” Froman’s question came in a quiet, even voice.
“Yes,” replied Cranston.
“I should appreciate the same invitation,” declared Froman. “I do not have my car here tonight.”
“I shall be glad to accommodate you,” responded Cranston.
Almost immediately after he had spoken, the footman entered the room to announce that Mr. Cranston’s car had arrived. Cranston shook hands with Waddell and turned questioningly to Parker Noyes.
“You are going into the city?” he asked.
“No,” replied the attorney. “Mr. Waddell has asked me to remain here overnight. Business, you know—”