“Yesterday you would have surprised us with this; but not now. We were quite convinced, last night, that Kenyon, like yourself, is playing a game of his own.”
“And we may astonish you some,” spoke Farbush, “by telling you that not only is he leagued with Dallas Gilbert, but with young Philip Austin, as well.”
Forrester stared; Anna clasped her hands, nervously.
“I saw Austin with Kenyon last night,” said Farbush, “as plainly as I see you now.”
Both Forrester and Anna were visibly amazed; but not any more than was Kenyon himself.
“That’s a point that I missed, somehow,” he muttered. “Either that, or it’s some sort of a blind to fool Forrester.”
“But all this has no real connection with our visit,” said Hong Yo, hollowly. “The Stalker said that you had a matter of importance to settle with us.”
“I have,” replied Forrester. He placed his hand upon the packet of securities. “It is about these.”
Hong Yo coughed. The almost fleshless hand trembled as he lifted it to his lips; then he said:
“I imagined that. But go on.”