"A glass of wine, perhaps by your brother's bedside, and the
thing would be accomplished. Or there is another alternative. Your
brother may have been playing with the firm's credit, and Farrell may
have found him out."
"Any other alternative, Mr. Quarles? Your fertile brain must hold
others."
"Yes, one more, and two opinions which lead up to it," was the
quick reply.
Delverton laughed.
"It is not so absurd as the others, I trust."
"The two opinions may lead you to change your ideas concerning this
mystery. First, I believe Kellner was made a partner because he knew
too much."
"I am inclined to think the discussion of a glass of my best port will
be more profitable than these speculations," said our host with a smile,
and he took up the cradle which the servant had placed beside him. "I
offered you a glass in the office the other day, but it was not such
good wine as this."
"And I was shocked at the idea of port in the middle of the morning,"
said Quarles.
"But not now, eh?" And Delverton filled our glasses and his own.
"Of course not. My second belief is that Farrell did not leave the office
at all that day.
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