It was Mr. Lyon, the manager of the hotel, whom Siegfried
Harvey had once introduced to him. "Have you come to attend the
conference?" said he.
"Conference?" said Montague. "No."
"There's a big meeting of the bankers here to-night," remarked the
other. "It's not supposed to be known, so don't mention it.--How do
you do, Mr. Ward?" he added, to a man who went past. "That's David
Ward."
"Ah," said Montague. Ward was known in the Street by the nickname of
Waterman's "office-boy." He was a high-salaried office-
boy--Waterman paid him a hundred thousand a year to manage one of
the big insurance companies for him.
"So he's here, is he?" said Montague.
"Waterman is here himself," said Lyon. "He came in by the side
entrance. It's something especially secret, I gather--they've rented
eight rooms upstairs, all connecting. Waterman will go in at one
end, and Duval at the other, and so the reporters won't know they're
together!"
"So that's the way they work it!" said Montague, with a smile.
"I've been looking for some of the newspaper men," Lyon added.
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