"I suppose," said the banker, "you and I ought to sign an armistice, too."
"Agreed."
"And you've always been rather a puzzle to me. A rich man, a gentleman, and yet sticking to the newspaper game."
"And you're a puzzle to me, too. A rich man, a gentleman, and yet sticking to the banking game."
"What the devil was our row about?"
"Can't quite recall."
"Whatever it was it was the way you went at it."
"A reform was never yet accomplished by purring and pussyfooting," said Cutty.
"Come over and sit down. Now, how the devil did you find out about this Gregory affair?" The banker held out his hand, which Cutty grasped with honest pressure. "If you are here in the capacity of a newspaper man, not a word out of me. Have a cigar?"
"I never smoke anything but pipes that ruin curtains. You should have given your name to Miss Conover."
"I was under promise not to explain my business. But before we proceed, an answer. Newspaper?"
"No. I represent the Department of Justice. And we'll get along easier when I add that I possess rather unlimited powers under that head. How did you happen to stumble into this affair?"
"Through Captain Rathbone, my prospective son-
