The typist appeared, but without the records.
"Mr. Windsor is wanted at the telephone," she announced. "By his office."
"Give me the call here, please." Windsor reached for the desk telephone. "Yes?" He listened for a moment, then an expression of amazement crossed his face. "Who? Wait a minute—say that over again! What's the amount? Give me the date, please."
The typist entered, handed the records required to Williams, and closed the door again.
"Very well," said Windsor. "You're sure of that date, are you? Good. Why, you'd better come over here right away. Yes, bring them along."
He hung up the receiver. It appeared that his call had no relation to the business in hand, for he turned to Williams at once.
"Ah! You have the records?"
He took the typed sheets and glanced through them rapidly. Then, with a nod, he returned them to Williams.
"What other sums have you received lately from Macgowan's company?" he asked.
"None," said Williams composedly. "As you see, this transaction is closed."