“But you hadn’t met him before?”
“No; and I didn’t hear his name till late in the day, and even then I didn’t connect him with the company, though I remember wondering a little how he knew so much about poor Judson. You see, I was terribly excited.”
“No wonder.”
“It worries me a great deal,” continued Folsom, “to think that my angry words might have led Judson to suicide. He meant well, I am sure of that, and he was deceived by the rascals as much as the rest of us.”
“Hum!” murmured Nick; “seems to me that’s setting Claymore out in rather a black light.”
“Yes, it is. I hadn’t given it much thought, for my attention was taken up with the death of Judson, but I have no doubt that Claymore is crooked. A dishonest promoter, you know. One of these fellows who knows how to swindle and keep on the right side of the law. Don’t you think so?”
“Maybe.”
Folsom looked as if he wished that Nick would say more, but the detective was silent.
Shortly after this, a waiter came to the room to say that a telegraph messenger wished to see Mr. Kerr.
“Send him up at once!” exclaimed Kerr.