The lawyer dropped the knob of the door and drew back out of the way.
"It's too bad it's glass," said Saxton, setting his shoulder against the wooden frame over the lock. The lock held, but the door bent away from it. He braced his feet and drove his shoulder harder into the corner, at the same time pressing his hip against the lock. It refused to yield, but the glass cracked, and finally half of it fell with a crash to the floor within.
"Don't hurry yourselves, gentlemen," said Fenton, coolly, speaking through the ragged edges of broken glass. Saxton thrust his hand in to the catch and opened the door.
"Why, it's only Fenton," called Margrave in a pleasant tone to his associates, who had effected their exits safely into a rear room.
"It's only Fenton," continued the lawyer, stepping inside, "but I'll have to trouble you to wait a few minutes."
"Oh, the meeting's adjourned, if that's what you want," said Margrave.
"That won't go down," said Fenton, placing his package on the table. "You're old enough to know, Margrave, that one man can't hold a stockholders' meeting behind locked doors in a pigeon roost."
"The meeting was held regular, at the hour and place advertised," said Margrave with dignity. "A majority of the stockholders were represented."
"By you, I suppose," said Fenton, who had walked into the room followed by Saxton.