Van Amberg was frowning at him, puzzled. “I don’t understand you.”
“It is n’t necessary that you should.” Babbing rose to end the interview, smiling. “I ’m very much obliged to you for bringing me your letters. I think I can guarantee that you ’ll not receive any more. These people ‘fish in troubled waters,’ as the saying is. You ’ve not settled the trouble—but you ’ve removed the fish.”
“How so?”
Babbing shook hands with him. “Think it over. If I ’m wrong—and you continue to be annoyed—let me know. I ’ll be glad to return the compliment of your assistance, and help you all I can. Barney, show Mr. Van Amberg the way to the hall.”
“Well,” Van Amberg said, obviously worried, “I ’m altogether in the dark, but I ’ll take your word for it.”
“This way, sir,” Barney put in.
Van Amberg drifted out, piloted by Barney, who opened and closed the doors for him.
