“Right,” agreed Webster. “It’s your place to do that very thing.”
They walked back to Webster’s hotel, in silence for the most part; when they arrived Kenyon immediately took up a telephone directory and began fluttering over its leaves.
“It’s just possible that the manager of Moritze & Co.’s New York branch may have a ’phone connection at his home and I may catch him there,” explained he to Webster. “Oh, yes, here it is. His name is Leventhal. I trust he is a snugly married man and is at home just now.”
After a few moments waiting he got the number asked for.
“I want to speak to Mr. Leventhal,” said Kenyon.
“This is Mr. Leventhal.”
“Manager for Moritze & Co.?”
“The same.”
“I have just received a check upon your house for a considerable sum, and I’d like to make some inquiries about the person who drew it.”
“I never transact business after business hours,” said Leventhal, decidedly.