“I don't understand this, West.” He glanced at the deputy. “I wish to see you alone.”
For a moment Harvey looked doubtful, then he smiled slightly, and nodded at the deputy, saying,—
“Very well.”
“Will you tell me what this means?” asked McNally, when the door had closed.
Harvey looked gravely at him and said nothing.
“Well?” McNally's coolness was leaving him. “Are you in control of this road, or aren't you?”
“I am.”
“In that case”—he produced a paper—“it becomes my duty to relieve you.”
Harvey looked at the paper; it was an order from Judge Black appointing McNally receiver for M. & T. Harvey handed it back, saying, coolly,—
“Sit down, Mr. McNally.”