Armstrong, bewildered and angry, held himself in check by an effort.
"I ordered Jimmy to call a directors' meeting for eleven to-day. Did he do it?"
"Yes. Findlater mentioned it last night. He and Mac were talking about it."
"Evarts, either you're crazy or I am. Your talk about Macgowan is past me." Armstrong reached for his telephone. "I'll get Mac over here and—"
"He's in Findlater's office now."
"Go get him, will you?"
Evarts disappeared. Armstrong lighted a cigar and began to pace up and down the room, furiously disconcerted. He could not understand what had happened or who was his enemy. He was baffled. Then the door opened and he swung around.
On the threshold was Macgowan, debonair as ever, some papers in his hand. Evarts was about to enter when Macgowan dismissed him with a gesture. Armstrong promptly interfered.
"Hold on! Evarts, come along in. Now, Mac, what's been going on here?"
"Reese, this is something for private discussion—"