"Buried?" I hazarded.
He nodded. "Beyond the hope of resurrection." He took up his pen to show that the interview was ended; and I took up my hat.
"Do you mind telling me who your counsel is that you consulted in these matters? I might prevail on him to change his mind."
"Oh! no. Mr. Collis McSheen is our counsel—one of them."
"Has he specifically given you this advice?"
"He has." He turned to his stenographer. "Take this letter."
"So—o." I reflected a moment and then tilted back my chair.
"Mr. Gillis—one moment more of your valuable time, and I will relieve you."
"Well?" He turned back to me with a sudden spark in his gray eye. "Really, I have no more time to give you."
"Just a moment. You are mistaken in thinking you are giving me time. I have been giving you time. The next time we meet, you will be a witness in court under subp[oe]na and I will examine you."