“Ah, yes, I remember. But his words did not impress themselves upon my memory, for he sort of mumbled them over quickly and vanished. He seemed to be rather in a hurry.” Kenyon paused a moment and then added: “Was there any urgent reason for his haste, I wonder.”
Forrester made a gesture that showed distaste.
“Perhaps there was,” said he shortly.
“He formed, I think, a committee of one, to receive the man from Butte.”
“You are not lacking in observation.”
“It is part of my stock in trade. And it’s a faculty the possession of which depends upon one’s constant exercise of it.”
“No doubt. But when we found that you did not keep the supposed appointment, Yo suggested that I meet you at Union Square, according to the general understanding, as there might be reasons why you would not want to be seen at the ‘East.’ I had waited more than an hour when you came along; and when you did not stop, I thought you might be followed.”
“Would there be any use in our going to the Far East now?” asked Kenyon.
“Of course,” eagerly. “They are anxious to see you, for there are many points that they desire to make clear.”
“That is just what I’m after,” replied Kenyon. And for an instant he feared the result of his words; for he had allowed, unconsciously, a great deal of significance to creep into them. But Forrester did not catch this; apparently he was too much engaged with his own purposes.