“I believe I’d like to meet that girl,” thought Tom. “If it wasn’t against the rules for her to talk to me, except on business, I’d ask her name. I’ve almost a good notion to do it anyhow. But I don’t want to get her into trouble. I must ask Charley Grove what would happen in case a supervisor overheard her talking to me just for fun.” He was interrupted in his pleasant thoughts by the necessity of disconnecting Mr. Cutler’s ’phone, as the drop of a disk indicated that the lawyer was through talking. Then a door opened and Mr. Boise and Mr. Kendall came out into the main office. “Wa’al, I’ll do jest as you say, of course, Mr. Boise,” the farmer was saying, in his loud voice. “If you think it’s best to let my neighbor Simpson start to tear out that dam, an’ then git an injunction, I’m willin’ to do it. Only I’d stop him with a gun, if I had my way.” “No; if you leave the matter in our hands, you must do as we say,” insisted Mr. Boise. “But don’t let it be known that you are going to let him start to destroy the dam that holds back the water. In fact don’t mention it anywhere. I’d rather you wouldn’t have spoken of it here, as you never know who will hear what you will say, and, if this got out, it might lose you your case.” “Is that so? I didn’t mean to speak so loud. But I guess your telephone boy won’t tell, will he?” “Oh, no,” answered Mr. Boise with a smile. “We trust Tom, but it’s best to be on the safe side.” Tom was grateful for this mark of confidence. As he turned in his chair, to pick up his bookmark that had fallen to the floor, he caught sight of Mr. Cutler’s door. It was partly open and the lawyer was peering out, looking at the farmer and Mr. Boise. As he saw Tom’s eyes turned toward him, the junior partner quickly closed the portal. “He was listening,” thought Tom. “I’m getting more and more suspicious of him every day. Yet, perhaps, I have no right to be.” But if Tom could have overheard what was said between the young lawyer and Barton Sandow that night, when the two met in a certain cafe near Scollay Square he would have had more cause than ever for his suspicions. “Do you think it will work?” Sandow asked, after the two had conversed at some length. “It’s bound to. I’ll telephone when Tom is out at lunch. One of the clerks is left in charge, and I can easily get rid of him for a few minutes, on some excuse.” “But can you imitate his voice?” “Whose? Tom’s? Oh, well enough. Kittridge, the lawyer who has the other side of the Kendall case, doesn’t know my voice, and he doesn’t know Tom in the least. I’ll pretend I’m the office boy, and that I have a grudge against the firm, because they won’t raise my wages. All Kittridge needs is a tip about the dam, and he can win the case. Kendall will lose it, and then I’ll casually suggest to Boise that there must have been a leak somewhere. There’ll be an inquiry, and Tom will be discharged. Then we can proceed without having him sneaking in on us, at every chance he gets.”