"I don't know him," he said, glancing at the name.
"He says he must see you on most important business."
"What sort of looking man is he? I can't recall his name."
"Nice enough looking—hard worker, I should think."
"Tell him to come in."
Milford stepped into the room, looked at Mills and then at the secretary who stood near. "I should like to see you alone," he said.
Mills glanced at the secretary. The man vanished.
"Well, sir," said Mills, "what can I do for you? Sit down."
Milford sat down, a table between them.
"I wish to tell you of something that happened about five years ago."