Darius himself added up the few lines on the incomplete page.
“Stiff;” he shouted, “bring me the sales-slip.”
The amounts of sales conducted by Stifford himself were written on a slip of paper from which Edwin transferred the items at frequent intervals to the book.
“Go to yer dinner,” said Darius to Stifford, when he appeared at the door of the cubicle with the slip.
“It’s not quite time yet, sir.”
“Go to yer dinner, I tell ye.”
Stifford had three-quarters of an hour for his dinner.
Two.
Darius combined the slip with the book and made a total.