"I presume that is strictly honest?" inquired the scientist mildly.
"Honest?" repeated Grayson. "Certainly—of course."
"I shall not pretend to understand all that," said The Thinking Machine curtly. "It doesn't seem to matter, anyway. You want to know where the leak is. Is that right?"
"Precisely."
"Well, who is in your confidence?"
"No one, except my stenographer."
"Who is he, please?"
"It's a woman—Miss Evelyn Winthrop. She has been in my employ for six years in the same capacity—more than five years before this leak appeared. I trust her absolutely."
"No man knows your business?"
"No," replied the financier grimly. "I learned years ago that no one could keep my secrets as well as I do—there are too many temptations. Therefore, I never mention my plans to anyone—never—to anyone!"