"
Barbara looked at him oddly. "Suppose you find the answer to those
conundrums," she suggested. "Don't come to the elevator; Margaret
Brewster may see you with me, and she would tell father of our
meeting.
"Is Mrs. Brewster still with you?" asked Kent, paying no attention
to her protests as he accompanied her down the corridor. "I
understood she planned to return to the West last week."
"She did, but father persuaded her to prolong her visit," Barbara
was guilty of a grimace, then hailing the descending elevator she
bolted into it and waved her good-by to Kent as the cage shot
downward.
When Kent reentered his office he found Sylvester hanging up the
telephone receiver.
"Mr. Clymer has telephoned to ask if you will come to the Metropolis
Trust Company at once," he said, and before Kent could frame a
reply he had darted into the coat closet and brought out his hat and
cane, and handed them to him.
"Don't wait for me, but go out for your luncheon," directed Kent,
observing the hour. "I have my key and can get in when I return if
you should not be here," and not waiting to hear Sylvester's thanks,
he hurried away.
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