“Never mind,” she said. “My day will come, Mr. Detective.”
Carter turned once more to the millionaire and said:
“I’ll state my business. I am here to ask you about that contract.”
Lamont started.
“What contract?” he asked.
“The one you made with your son.”
There was a cry and a sudden start, and the millionaire nearly fell from his chair.
“I made no contract!” he cried.
“None whatever?”
“None!”