than leave them to their imaginations. Assuming a friendly and frank manner, he smiled and said:
“Why, gentlemen, I shall be very glad to tell you all I know. Pray, be seated. Harry, will you be good enough to order some drinks and cigars for the gentlemen?”
He was gaining time and doing some quick and hard thinking as well. “Now, Mr. Worcester, go ahead with your questions so that I may know what you want me to tell you.”
“Would it not be better, Mr. Morton, if you told us the story in your own way?” Evidently, Mr. Worcester was no tyro at the game. “We shall ask questions and, perhaps, more than you care to answer, after we have had your story?”
The waiter came in with the refreshments and by the time glasses were filled and cigars lit, John was ready for them.
“There is not much to tell,” he remarked in a tone of