"I'm sorry."
"If I can be of any service to you," he suggested.
"I read that your brother was trying to arrange bond for Mr. Lane. I want to see him about that. I am Rose McLean. My sister worked for your uncle in his office."
"Oh!" A film of wary caution settled over his eyes. It seemed to Rose
that what she had said transformed him into a potential adversary.
"Glad to meet you, Miss McLean. If you'd rather talk with my brother
I'll make an appointment with him for you."
"Perhaps that would be best," she said.
"Of course he's very busy. If it's anything I could do for you—"
"I'd like you both to hear what I have to say."
For the beating of a pulse his eyes thrust at her as though they would read her soul. Then he was all smiling urbanity.
"That seems to settle the matter. I'll call my brother up and make an appointment."
Over the wire Jack put the case to his brother. Presently he hung up the receiver. "We'll go right over, Miss McLean."