"Why, surely— if you think it best— of course," said Waring.
"At once? We mustn't let a moment's more delay than—"
"Certainly," said Waring.
"I shall be there in an hour," said Henderson.
"All right," said Waring.
He hung up the receiver and stood a moment in sheer bewilderment. Of course, it was not an impossibility that Burton Conybear, richest man in America, and probably in the world, should be kidnapped, and held to ransom, for the kidnapping had happened. But that Burton Conybear should have foreseen such a happening— well, he'd done it; therefore it wasn't impossible. And, having decided to leave whatever action might be taken, to the discretion of Conybear's associates, it was up to Waring to obey Henderson's orders. He took a Seventh Avenue car, chafing at its slowness, to Tw
