“Somebody must be lying,” answered Dick, with conviction. “Coming?” as Long started for the open door.
“Yes; I am going down to the lobby.” The two men left the room together.
Wilkins was expecting Dick, and showed him at once into the private office where the Attorney General was sitting.
“Good evening, Tillinghast. It is good of you to come,” said he, warmly. “I want to see you particularly. Sit down and I will explain.”
Dick took the chair pushed toward him, and waited for the Attorney General to begin.
“My nerve is not what it was,” said Trevor. “It has been badly shaken by the tragic event through which I have just passed. Ordinarily I would not pay any attention to an anonymous letter. But I confess this one has upset me.”
He opened the secret drawer and took from it a soiled sheet of paper. “Read this, and tell me what you think of it.”
Dick’s eyes opened wide with astonishment as he perused the badly written scrawl.
If you prosecute the Fabriani Merger as being in violation of the Sherman Act, you seal your own Death warrant. You have tasted of our Power. Take heed to this Warning lest worse should befall you.
Remember—February third!