"This guy Lewis had better get investigated for mental chaos! Did you ever see anything to beat this?"
Armstrong looked up, frowning.
"Mac, what the devil can it mean?"
"How do I know?" Macgowan shrugged. "All I know is right there. If these men of yours are getting into trouble and making use of my name—"
"It's a lie from start to finish!" snapped Armstrong.
"There's something queer about this letter. Jimmy, do your coast reports show any such situation out there?"
"Not a thing," said Wren promptly. "The entire allotment of Food Products stock will be sold out before the coast men quit work, the first of the year. They are furious because we're quitting the territory. Looks like all they do out there is to show the prospect where the dotted line is. This letter is bunk!"
"It's not that," returned Armstrong thoughtfully. "It's written by a friend who wants to save Mac from trouble. It's possible that some disgruntled investor has raised some kind of howl—"
"In such case," interposed Wren with some heat, "can't he turn in his stock and get his money back? Haven't we a standing agreement to protect every dissatisfied investor? Is there the least excuse for anybody running to the postal authorities?"
Armstrong shook his head. "It's past me. What about it, Mac?"