The Wolf drew back his lips over his fangs, and then turned the snarl
into a smile. "Go on," he said, waving amends for the snub he had
administered.
"Well, I don't know much about Rosenheim, but I caught him talking with
Decker."
"Were the stocks transferred to Decker?"
"No; they stand to Rosenheim, trustee."
"Well, Wilton, they've stolen a march on us, but I reckon we'll give
'em a surprise before they're quite awake."
"And," I continued coolly, "Decker's working up a deal in Crown Diamond
and toying a little with Confidence--you gave me a week to find out,
you may remember."
"Very good, Wilton," said the King of the Street with grudging
approval. "We'll sell old Decker quite a piece of Crown Diamond before
he gets through. And now is there anything more in your pack?"
"It's empty," I confessed. "Well, you may go then."
I was puzzled to know why Doddridge Knapp should wish to get me out of
the office. Was there some secret locked in his room that he feared I
might surprise if I stayed? I looked at him sharply, but there was
nothing to be read on that impassive face.
Doddridge Knapp followed me to the door, and stood on the threshold as
I walked down the hall. There was no chance for spying or listening at
keyholes, if I were so inclined, and it was not until I had reached the
bottom stair that I thought I heard the sound of a closing door behind
me.
As I stood at the entrance, almost oblivious of the throng that was
hurrying up and down Clay Street, Porter joined me.
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