Times this morning told that Lord Strathon, for England, and F. L. Géroud, for France, were arriving on the Majestic for immediate conference with the Sencort committee about loans and reparations. That meeting, this morning, undoubtedly was booked for the directors' room at the Sencort Trust,—a big bag, sure enough, for whoever was going gunning through the pipes this morning.
I'd no time to lose, so I rushed to Wall Street and up in the old Trust Building to Teverson's office. He was down meeting the Majestic, which was just docking; so I sent in my card to Sencort.
Now I knew the old man slightly; he had, among a thousand other flyers, his venture in beans, netting himself something too. Also, Fanneal and Company had supplied on some foreign-food contracts he'd financed; so I was sure he'd know my name.
He did; he sent out word he couldn't see me and told the girl to explain that he was expecting Lord Strathon and M. Géroud momentarily.
"Tell him that's why I have to see him now," I urged the girl.
She brought out word that the Sencort Trust
