The young lady disappeared through a door leading to an inner
apartment. From this she entered another apartment, much larger, and
overlooking the little city park far below. The room was filled with
books and pictures, and some wall brackets contained several bits of
finely-carved statuary. There was one large roller-top desk and three
comfortable leather chairs.

At the desk sat a man of uncertain age, with a strong face, a somewhat
bald head, and eyes that were neither light nor dark. The man was of
ordinary height, but muscular to a surprising degree. His face showed
a high order of intelligence and his mouth a determination not easily
thrust aside.

"A gentleman to see you," said the young lady. She placed the card
before him. "He told me to tell you that he is the son of the late
Wilbur Case, and wishes to see you on important business."

The man at the desk drew a long breath and looked up from a slip of
paper which he had been studying through a microscope. "Raymond Case,
eh? All right, Letty, show him in."

In another moment the visitor was in the private office. Adam Adams
arose and gave him a warm handshake.

"Glad to meet you, Mr. Case," he said cordially. "I knew your late
father quite well--a fine man--a very fine man, indeed. Have a chair
and make yourself at home." He noted that his visitor was much
agitated and flushed. "Sit down by the window; there is a nice breeze
there from across the park."