They might have a clerk on at the telephone over at the office, and if I was asked who wants Mr.Clayton, I might be trapped." He suddenly remembered his last agreement with his prospective client, that if anything unforeseen occurred, Clayton would write or telegraph to his comrade at the Detroit Club, and so, Witherspoon added a few words of direction to the secretary, to his request that Clayton be bidden to an "Alpha Delta Phi" secret reunion at Room 586, Hoffman.
Witherspoon had already purchased a week's file of the New York journals in order to follow up the financial columns, and was moving toward the elevator from the telegraph stand, when a boy thrust an extra into his hand.
"Heavy Robbery by Absconding Cashier! Randall Clayton Lets the Western Trading Company in for a Quarter of a Million.

Another Case of a Double Life!" With a supreme effort the Detroit lawyer mastered himself and sought the seclusion of his room.

In ten minutes he had recovered his legal acumen.

The two columns of the extra gave a list of the new officers of the company, and the statement that Mr.Hugh Worthington was at Tacoma with his invalid daughter, was supplemented by the statement that Arthur Ferris of Heath & Ferris, 105 Broad Street (the recently elected vice-president), was in charge of the whole situation.
When Jack Witherspoon had cooled his heated brows, he swore a deep and mighty oath of vengeance.

"I don't believe a word of this whole rot," he stoutly said to himself.