"Hello," said Beecher. "Is that you, Bruce? It's I—Ted."
"Where the deuce have you been?" said the voice at the other end. "I've been trying to get you all over town."
"You have?"
"You bet I have; McKenna's turned up a real clue—wants to see you at once. Pick me up here at the club, will you?"
"All right. But say, Bruce, I want you to do something for me. Find out all you can about Garraboy—you know, the fellow we spoke about. Has he been on the wrong side of the market or not? Understand? It's important."
"I'll do it. Anything else?"
"Yes. A friend of mine has some stocks with him, about twenty thousand worth—you see the situation—and she's a little bit worried. Can't get any satisfaction."
"Wants 'em back?"
"Yes. What's the best way to do?"
"Um! Get a transfer to you and call for them tomorrow."