CHAPTER IV
THE SEARCH
Henry Blaine, the man of decision, wasted no time in vain thought. Instantly, upon his discovery that the signature of Pennington Lawton had been forged, and that it had been done by an old and well-known offender, he touched the bell on his desk, which brought his confidential secretary.
“Has Guy Morrow returned yet from that blackmail case in Denver?”
“Yes, sir. He’s in his private office now, making out his report to you.”
A moment later, there entered a tall, dark young man, strong and muscular in build, but not apparently heavy, with a smooth face and firm-set jaw.
“I haven’t finished my report yet, sir––”
“The report can wait. You remember James Brunell, the forger?”
“James Brunell?” Morrow repeated. “He was before my time, of course, but I’ve heard of him and his exploits. Pretty slick article, wasn’t he! I understand he has been dead for years––at least nothing has been heard of his activities since I have been in the sleuth game.”
“Did you ever hear of any of his associates?”