Macgowan looked serious. "It may not be true. I just heard that, before Wren came to us, he was mixed up in a nasty affair back in Ohio. A small country bank, which went bust. Wren was cashier, and squeaked through, but it was close. Know anything about it?"
Armstrong squared himself in his chair.
"I know all about it."
"Good. Then I've no more to say."
"Hold on!" Armstrong's voice cracked out suddenly. "You have something more to say, Mac. I want to know where this report came from."
Macgowan met those clear, angry eyes with unruffled mien.
"From a federal man. You know, I've a good many friends in Washington. One of them, in the revenue service, was going over some income tax returns with me. We got to talking about the company, and he mentioned this about young Wren. He knew few details."
"Then it was simply a friendly tip?"
"Sure."
Armstrong nodded. His face cleared.