"Not very well."
"Ask Miss Forbes to come to the 'phone. This is Mr. Huber talking. I'm at the factory, and I must know something about Mr. Forbes' condition."
The maid assented, but, after he had waited, it was again she that spoke to him.
"Miss Forbes asks you please to excuse her. She's very busy. She says to tell you Mr. Forbes was a little dizzy and had to lie down. He thinks he can get to his office late in the day."
Luke felt the mortification that it was patently intended he should feel; but he lost no time over it. He turned at once to Whitaker and the clerks, and secured from them what verification he could of the newspaper's story. Then he sent for the brawny, flannel-shirted Breil and learned what remained for him to know.
"You think there'll be more trouble?" he asked, after he had sent Whitaker and his assistant from the room.
"Sure there will," said Breil cheerfully, "but not before to-night."
"When'll the soldiers get here?"
"'Long about noon, I guess."
"How many police have they given us?"