“Phew! Then you are after Garrison, too, eh?”
“I wish to see him. He was here this morning and promised to see me at three o’clock. It is now half-past three.”
“When did you call this morning?”
“About half-past eleven.”
“And you had a talk with him?”
“No, sir; I sent my name into the private office by this clerk.”
“Of course you want to see him about this security business.”
“Yes, sir. My father told me that if I couldn’t get any satisfaction here I should call upon you.”
Bardwell Mason nodded. Then he bent forward and lowered his voice.
“I’m afraid the fat’s in the fire here,” he whispered.