"It would be so safe, with matters as they are, for any one to offer to sell Wing's papers," sneered Charles.
"Suppose whoever's got them makes copies of them?" Henry suggested.
"And you tell me not to think of these things!" Charles cried.
Henry Matthewson at once called Cranston off from the Bangor matter and then sent for Frank Hunter. The latter came in the early evening, uneasy, restless, and irritable. The mood was confirmed when he discovered what had been done.
"It's that, or let him go to Millbank and keep excitement alive there," he said. "Trafford strikes me as entirely capable of doing enough of that."
"As matters stand," demanded Henry, regardless of the caution he had given his brother, "do you know who were most likely to profit by Wing's death?"
"We were," answered Frank coldly. "Do you think I've ever failed to recognise that fact? I don't do business that way."
"Then you mean to say that you have seen from
