"Ha!" cried Jack. "Exactly according to schedule!"
"What's that?" asked Bobo.
"Last night we got the rough stuff, to-day the smooth."
"I don't understand."
"Keep your ears open, and you'll see. Just let your little secretary deal with this gent for you."
Jack asked that Mr. Whigham be sent up. A old-young man was shown into them, a starched and ironed little fellow with an air of self-importance like a cock-sparrow's.
"If this is a dangerous crook," thought Jack, "he's got a dam clever line of comedy. Looks like a neck-tie clerk."
"Mr. Norman?" inquired the newcomer with a bird-like quirk of the head from one to another.
Jack waved his hand in Bobo's direction.
"Mr. Norman, I have a proposition to make to you."