“Will you excuse my continuing, Mr. Reynolds?”
“No,” answered the broker, firmly. “On the other hand, I insist upon your saying what you had in your mind.”
“Having seen Mr. Ford in this man's company, I concluded he was all right.”
Willis Ford flushed and looked disconcerted.
“Is this true, Mr. Ford?” asked the broker. “Do you know this man?”
“What do you say his name was, Thornton?” asked Ford, partly to gain time.
“James Morrison.”
“Yes; I know him. He was introduced to me by an intimate friend of that boy,” indicating Grant.
Willis Ford smiled triumphantly. He felt that he had checkmated our hero.
“Is this true, Grant?”