“There you are!” he grunted. “But it is a foolish thing to draw all the capital out of a business before the time comes to wind it up. I’m going to bed. It’s early—not much after eleven. But I’m tired. I have to go down to New York to-morrow, to see how things are at the office.”
“Hear that, chief?” whispered Chick.
“Of course I do.”
“Well, he may be going to make a get-away.”
“He won’t succeed.”
“How do you know?”
“Patsy Garvan will be with you,” was the chief’s short reply. “Now, keep still and watch.”
Louden Powers staggered to his feet, and Carter realized, for the first time, how drunk he was.
“I’ll have to get some help to find my way to the elevator,” he mumbled. “What kind of wine is that, anyhow, Howard?”