From the swivel chair at his desk Mr.Wynne had twice seen Sutton stroll past on the opposite side of the street; and then Claflin had lounged along.

Suddenly he arose and went to the window, throwing back the curtains.

Sutton was leaning against an electric-light pole, half a block away; Claflin was half a block off in the other direction, in casual conversation with a policeman.
Mr.Wynne looked them over thoughtfully.

Curiously enough he was wondering just how he would fare in a physical contest with either, or both.
He turned away from the window at last and glanced at his watch impatiently.

One hour and forty minutes! In another half an hour the little bell over his desk should ring.