Brewster, after
greeting him.
"So my clerk informed me when I saw him a few minutes ago." Kent
helped her inside the limousine. "Won't you come to my office now?"
"But that will be taking you from Mr. Clymer," remonstrated Mrs.
Brewster. "Weren't you on the way to the bank?"
"I was," admitted Kent. "But I can see Mr. Clymer later in the day."
"And I'll be less occupied then," added Clymer. " Go with Mrs.
Brewster, Kent; good morning, madam," and with a courtly bow Clymer
withdrew.
Kent's office was only around the corner, and as Mrs. Brewster
kept up a running fire of impersonal gossip, Kent had no
opportunity to satisfy his curiosity regarding her reasons for
wanting to interview him. As the limousine drew up at the curb in
front of his office, a man darting down the steps of the building,
caught sight of Kent and hurried to the car window.
"I was just trying to catch you at the bank, Mr. Kent," he explained,
and looking around Kent recognized Sylvester. "There's been three
telephone calls for you in succession from Colonel McIntyre to
hurry to his home.
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