Miss Mount looked from face to face about her. On Brent’s she read righteous approval, on Bernard’s a grim endorsement of the stand Landis had taken. Graham looked uncomfortable but failed to meet her eyes.
She rose to her feet and walked out of the room.
The moment she had gone, Brent got up and rubbed his palms together.
“Mr. Landis,” he said, “I am going home satisfied that the case is in most capable hands. Graham, give these gentlemen every assistance in your power!”
“Find anything in the desk?” snapped Bernard.
Startled, Brent stiffened and shook his head.
“I found nothing of moment—nothing other than business papers.”
“You didn’t disturb or remove anything whatever?”
“I did not!” crowed the little man.