Some one crossed the outer office. The insurance broker looked up, and his mouth gaped. For there, in the door of the inner office, stood Lamont Cranston!
CHAPTER V
FELLOWS IS PERPLEXED
Fellows arose, and ushered his visitor to a chair. His mind was working with strange, confused rapidity. He stared at the man who had come into his office.
Lamont Cranston was a tall man, with rather pronounced features, who seemed to carry a very bored expression, as though life was rather tasteless.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Cranston?” he asked.
The millionaire smiled wanly.
“I haven’t come on business, Claude,” he replied. “Why be so formal? You’re an old friend. Call me Lamont.”
Fellows laughed in embarrassment.
“I don’t see you very often,” he said.