“But—he can’t be here without us knowing it.”
“I’m telling you that I do know it.”
“Have you seen him yourself?” demanded the treasurer incredulously.
“Seen him, talked with him, cursed him and cuffed him,” announced Ridgway with a reminiscent gleam in his eye.
“Er—what’s that you say?” gasped the astounded Eaton.
“Merely that I have already met Simon Harley.”
“But you said—”
“—that I had cursed and cuffed him. That’s all right. I have.”
The president of the Mesa Ore-producing Company leaned back with his thumbs in the armholes of his fancy waistcoat and smiled debonairly at his associate’s perplexed amazement.
“Did you say—CUFFED him?”