"These are the papers, Mr. Peterman."
Nancy held out the typescript to the waiting man whose eyes had none of the smiling welcome they would have had in Hellbeam's absence.
"Thank you." Elas glanced down at the neatly bound script.
"It's all complete?"
"Oh, yes. It's the whole story. It's in tabloid form. You will be able to take the whole close in half an hour."
A rough clearing of the throat interrupted her, and Nancy discovered the banker beside the desk. In something of a hurry she promptly turned to depart. But Elas claimed her.
"Will you come to me after lunch?" he said pleasantly.
"I want to go into the details of that trip I explained to you. You must get away as soon as possible."
"Directly after lunch?"
"Yes. Say three o'clock."