"But we will not talk about that now," Witherspoon spoke up.
"Of course not; but I merely mentioned it to show my belief in your son's abilities."
The footman appeared at the door. "Two gentlemen wish to see Mr. Brooks."
"Who are they?" Witherspoon asked.
"Wouldn't give me their names, sir."
"Some of the boys from the club," said Brooks. "Well, I must bid you good evening."
"There was something I wanted to say to you," the merchant remarked, walking down the hall with him.
Henry did not get up, but he listened eagerly. Presently he heard Witherspoon exclaim: "Great God!" And a moment later the merchant came rushing back.
"Where is my hat?" he cried. "Henry, Brooks is arrested on a charge of murdering Colton! Where is my hat?"
Henry got up, placed his hand on Witherspoon's shoulder, and said: "Sit down here, father."