“Then you are bound to see him.”
“I am.”
The clerk said no more, but turned to a set of books and began to write. Frank remained silent for perhaps ten minutes.
“Did Mr. Garrison say where he was going?” he asked.
“Out to collect a bill.”
“Near by?”
“He didn’t say.”
“Did he go out alone?”
“Yes.”
There was another spell of silence, and then the outer door opened quickly, and two well-dressed men stepped in.