Tallant nodded.
We went through the cool bank, with its shining brass and red mahogany, its tiled floor, its busy tellers attending to files of clients, to the president's sanctum in the rear. Leonard Dickinson, very spruce and dignified in a black cutaway coat, was dictating rapidly to a woman, stenographer, whom he dismissed when he saw us. The door was shut.
"I was just asking Paret about the telephone affair," said Mr. Tallant.
"Well, have you found a way out?" Leonard Dickinson looked questioningly at me.
"It's all right," I answered. "I've seen Jason."
"All right!" they both ejaculated at once.
"We win," I said.
They stood gazing at me. Even Dickinson, who was rarely ruffled, seemed excited.
"Do you mean to say you've fixed it?" he demanded.
I nodded. They stared at me in amazement.