“Mr. Farron has just gone,” said Chandler, firmly. He could not bear to have people running in and out of Farron’s room.
“Gone?” said Lanley, as if it were somebody’s fault.
“Mrs. Farron came down for him in the motor. He appeared to stand his first day very well.”
Mr. Lanley glanced quickly from one to the other. This did not sound as if any final break had occurred between the Farrons, yet on this subject he could hardly question his son-in-law’s secretaries. He made one further effort.
“I suppose Mr. Farron thought he was good for a whole day’s work.”
Chandler smiled.
“Mr. Farron, like all wise men, sir, does what his wife tells him.” And then, as he loved his own work far more than conversation, Chandler hurried back to his desk.
“I understand,” said Lanley to Wayne, “that you are here regularly now.”
“Yes.”
“Like your work?” Lanley was obviously delaying, hoping that some information would turn up unexpectedly.