"It is. Who are you?"
Morgan told him who he was and asked if he could see the manager if he drove right over to Elmvale in his friend's car.
"What for?"
"It has something to do with a man named Blake in the employ of the factory," said Whistler plainly. "But I can say nothing more about it over the 'phone."
"'Blake'?" repeated the voice at the other end, and Whistler thought there was a startled note in it. "What about him?"
"I can only tell you when I see you."
"Come on, then!" exclaimed the man. "I shall wait here for you at my office."
Whistler ran out of the house. Al was already at the steering wheel of the car.
"What did he say?" he shouted.
"For us to come over," Whistler replied. "And somehow, Torry, I feel we ought to hurry."