Chapter 17: A Question of House-Breaking

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌⁠The genial president of the Metropolis Trust Company was late. Mrs. Brewster, waiting in his well-appointed office, restrained her ill-temper only by an exertion of will-power. She detested being kept waiting, and that morning she had many errands to attend to before the luncheon hour.

“May I use your telephone?” she asked Mr. Clymer's secretary, and the young man rose with alacrity from his desk.