“Why didn’t you shut down?”
Smaltz summoned his impudent grin, but it wavered and faded under Bruce’s burning eyes even while he replied in a tone of injured innocence—
“How should I know? The bell didn’t ring—Banule hadn’t told me to.”
Bruce paid no attention to the foolish excuse. He demanded again:
“Why didn’t you shut down, Smaltz?”
“I’ve told you once,” was the sullen answer.
Bruce turned to the telephone and rang the bell hard.
“Hello—hello—hello!” came the frantic reply.
“Can you swim, Banule?”
“Yes.”