Find what you wished, sir?"
Kent was distinctly annoyed by the question. "Yes," he replied
shortly.
Ferguson ignored his curt tone. "Will you spare me a few minutes
of your time, Mr. Kent?" he asked persuasively. "I won't detain
you long."
"Certainly." Kent moved over to the chair in the window which he
had occupied before and pointed to another, equally as comfortable.
"What can I do for you?" he asked as Ferguson dropped back and
stretched himself in the soft depths of the big chair.
"Supply some information," answered the detective promptly. "Just
a minute," as Kent started to interrupt. "You don't recall me, but
I met you while working on the Chase case; you handled that trial
in great shape," Ferguson looked admiringly at his companion. "Lots
of the praise went to your partner, Mr. Rochester, but I know you
did the work. Now, please let me finish," holding up a protesting
hand. "I know you've carried Mr. Rochester in your firm; he's dead
wood." Kent was silent. What the detective said was only too true.
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