The other assented. "Yes, dependent upon my production of certain evidence. I have got this from Mr. Wren; the rest is a matter of routine. You've had no further trouble?"
"None. I've been awaiting word from you and have kept quiet."
"Good. Judge Holcomb should be here at any moment now."
"Holcomb?" Armstrong's brows went up. He had not seen the judge since the latter had resigned from Consolidated, and had fancied him out of town.
"He has been lending me some assistance in this affair," said Mansfield. "Ah, here's Dorns now! He seems to bear tidings."
Robert Dorns appeared. He came into the room, stopped, regarded them with an expansive grin, and waved his unlighted cigar.
"By glory, we got 'em!" he uttered. "We got 'em cold!"'
Armstrong leaped to his feet. "How? Why?"
"Consolidated had a directors' meeting this morning. Macgowan and Findlater got into the trough with both feet—back salaries, fees, and so forth—they only touched the treasury for about thirty-five thousand! How does that suit you, Q. Adams?"
During the amazed silence that greeted this information, Judge Holcomb entered and was apprised of the news.