“Have you ever heard the name?”
“No, sir.”
“That will do. You may go. You see you have come to the wrong shop, Mr. Bruce.”
“Yes, so I see.”
The barrister kept looking at the back of Mr. Dodge’s head, but made no move.
Mr. Dodge became puzzled.
“Now, Mr. Bruce,” he cried, “you know the age of my son, and the extent of my information about Mr. Corbett. Is there anything else in which I may be of service?”
“Yes. You do a great deal of underwriting, mostly for the flotation of gold-mining companies?”
“Y—yes. That is a branch of our business.”