“None. He approached when I was engaged with some people I was doing business with, merely saying:
“This is a copy, but important enough to demand your immediate attention.”
“I read it, of course, and, getting up from my seat, took him aside, demanding to know what was wanted.
“His answer was that he was acting for another person, who wanted fifty thousand dollars for the original. Situated as I was, surrounded by people who were at the time placing financial trust in me, I could do nothing but fight for delay and postponement.”
“I see,” said Nick. “Now, have you any idea who this young man was?”
“No.”
“Nor who it is he says he represents?”
“No knowledge.”
“Do you suspect any one?”
“Well, I hardly know how to reply. I had a typewriter—a young woman in my employ, who left me suddenly just before I missed that paper. Time and time again my mind has gone back to her in suspicion with nothing to support it. Her name was Alberta Curtis.”