“Mr. Graham, gentlemen!” said the broker, with a wave of the hand.
The detective bowed courteously.
“Mr. Graham, permit me to ask,” continued the broker, “if you have seen any of these gentlemen before?”
“Yes,” answered Graham, and he indicated Grant Thornton, Jim Morrison and Tom Calder.
“When did you see them, and where?”
“At the Fifth Avenue Hotel this morning.”
“What passed between them?”
“They were talking about some bonds, which that gentleman,” indicating Morrison, “acknowledged giving to the boy to sell. He asked for the proceeds, but the boy told him there was something wrong about the bonds, and his employer wouldn't allow him to pass over the money. Upon this, Morrison, as I understand him to be called, said they were given him by a party that owed him money, and threatened that, if he had played a trick upon him, it would be the worse for him.”
“Who is that man, Mr. Reynolds?” asked Ford, in nervous excitement.
“One of the best known detectives in the city,” quietly answered the broker. “What have you to say to his evidence?”