McKenna made them a signal to be silent and, taking up the loose sheets of the different records, started to place them in the drawer; but all at once he stopped, selected one, the record of the broker himself, and laid it face up on the table. The next moment the door opened and Garraboy came warily into the room.
CHAPTER XXI
At the sight of Beecher and Gunther, Garraboy stopped short, evidently nonplused.
"I was told to come in," he said, lifting his eyebrows.
"Quite right," said McKenna briskly, raising his voice a trifle. From the moment of the broker's entrance his eyes fastened on Garraboy, never leaving him. "Come right in."
"I'm interrupting—" said Garraboy carefully, conscious of this set gaze.
"Not in the least."
"I thought our business was confidential, McKenna," he said, without having moved from the position he had taken on entering. "I fail to see—" he stopped and looked again at the two young men.
"Oh, Mr. Beecher and Gunther," said McKenna affably; "suppose we call them attorneys for one of your clients."
"Miss Charters?"