Examination of the ore was instantly stopped.
“I don’t think any of us would put ‘salt’ into this proposition,” said Montgomery.
But, even as he spoke, he cast a suspicious look at Jones, of Albany.
Jones looked innocent enough.
Humming to himself and holding his hands behind him, he was giving his attention to the strange instruments arranged around the room.
Suddenly he asked if there was any drinking water about the place.
Cupell told him he would find a water cooler in the office.
Jones sauntered into the office, took a drink, and then passed into the hall.
“Here, Chick,” he said to somebody who was waiting there, “take this to Clarkson, around the corner on Sixth Avenue, and have him rush the assay through.”
“Sure.”