"All right," said Fenton, looking curiously from one to the other. And then he glanced at the package, as if absent-mindedly, and saw that the seal was unbroken.
"Good night, gentlemen," he said. "Sorry to have disturbed you."
"Hope you're not going to work to-night," said Margrave, solicitously.
"Oh, not very long," said the lawyer.
"Hard on honest men when lawyers work at night," continued Margrave, as the lawyer walked across the lobby.
"Yes, you railroad people can say that," Fenton flung back at him.
"How much Traction was in that package?" asked Margrave, closing the door.
"I don't know," said Wheaton, smoothing his tie. The watchman could be heard closing the outside door on Fenton.
"No, I don't think you do," returned Margrave. "You'd fixed it pretty well with Fenton. If he'd only been a minute later I'd have got that bundle. I didn't realize at first what you had there, Jim, until you kept fingering it so desperately."