"It's being typed now. I'll send it over as soon as it's finished."
"I wish you would. Meantime, get the chief points from the man that looked into the matter and 'phone them to me."
"All right, Judge."
"Call me up. I have somebody to talk to while I'm waiting."
The Judge rang off and then another time spoke to Miss Weston.
"Is Mr. Irwin in his office?"
Miss Weston said he was.
"Then, please ask him to step in to see me for a moment."
Mr. Irwin was a member of the Judge's firm whose name did not appear upon its letter-heads, although he had been attached to it for more years than Mr. Perry or even the younger Mr. Falconridge. He was a little man with a gray Vandyck beard, pink cheeks, and twinkling blue eyes.
In the fewest possible words, Stein gave him a description of the letters that were in Luke Huber's possession. He did not say who wanted these letters, or why they were wanted, but he left no doubt about the urgency of the commission he was delivering.