"Then you and Slosson have no further business under way with Consolidated?"
"None."
"And these two checks dated the tenth are the final step in the transaction?"
"Yes."
Windsor nodded. "I see. This appears to be perfectly straight, Armstrong. Are there any further questions you'd like to ask?"
Armstrong knew that he was checked. He was in a trap from which there was no way out; all the exits had been blocked by so cleverly woven a fabric of perjury that he could do nothing except struggle in futile passion.
At this instant the door opened and Pete Slosson appeared on the threshold.
CHAPTER VIII
Slosson stared at the men facing him. Dorns he did not know; the sight of Windsor and Armstrong here together brought an angry glint into his eyes. One of those eyes was very discolored, his face was bruised and cut, and his right hand was half concealed in bandages.