"Bertram?" inquired the man who occupied Bertram's desk. He turned to the man next to him.
"Say, Green, any one here by the name of Bertram?"
Green lighted a fresh cigarette, and shook his head.
"Never heard of him," he replied indifferently.
"He used to sit here," explained Galbraithe.
"I've held down this chair fifteen months, and before me a chump by the name of Weston had that honor. Can't go back any further than that."
Galbraithe lowered his dress suit case, and wiped his forehead. Every one in the room took a suspicious glance at the bag.
"Ever hear of Sanderson?" Galbraithe inquired of Green.
"Nope."
"Ever hear of Wadlin or Jerry Donahue or Cartwright?"