LEFT alone, Lorenzo Brayton sat before his mahogany desk and pondered over what had occurred. He felt of his sore jaw and registered a vow to square matters with Peter Satchley one day. No idea of having Satchley arrested for simple assault entered his mind. This was not a case for a man to resort to an ordinary arrest and a trial before a police magistrate.
Brayton was a bit chagrined, too, because he experienced a feeling of having been found out. He had thought that he had swindled his old partner cleverly, and had not taken into account that Satchley was clever, too, and might grow suspicious even of Lorenzo Brayton, despite their years of working together.
He was a bit afraid of Peter Satchley. He knew, of course, that Satchley would not betray their past dealings, since he was invo
