“May we speak with you—on business—Mrs. Ritchie?” asked Mr. Spaythe.
“I’m busy with my lawyer. You’ll have to come again.”
“I’m glad your lawyer is here,” said the banker gravely. “I think you will need his advice.”
“What about?”
“If you will permit us to enter, I will explain.”
“Who’s this other man?” she asked curtly.
“The governor of the state.”
Mrs. Ritchie fell back and they all entered the parlor.
“Good afternoon, your Excellency,” said Kellogg, with a low bow. The governor did not know the man but he nodded to him.
“Well?” asked the woman in harsh, rasping tones.