In due course Good arrived, accompanied by another lawyer, a tall, thin man, with a prodigious moustache, who said absolutely nothing that was intelligible to her. While he and Baker were conferring, Good drew her into an ante-room and closed the door.
He was greatly agitated, and the perspiration kept coming out on his forehead in spite of his constant efforts to wipe it away. He presented a curious contrast to her perfect calm.
"Miss Wynrod—before we go into this thing—you must know what it means—absolutely. I mustn't hide anything."
"Don't I know all?" She lifted her eyebrows. She smiled inwardly as she thought how much more she knew about it than Good did.
He paced nervously in front of her. "I hope so. I don't know. But you must."
"What is lacking?"
"It's going to cost—more than the purchase price—"
"I know that."
"It's going to cost more than you guess—incalculably more."
"I don't understand."