“Yes, sir.”
“I’m very glad to meet you, Faulkner.” They shook hands and Mr. Dennison pulled a chair nearer the big, broad-topped desk. “Sit down, please. You wrote me a week or so ago from Akron, I believe, and enclosed a letter from your principal, Mr. Senter.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I have it here, I think.” Mr. Dennison searched for a moment in the file at his elbow and drew forth the two communications pinned together. He read Mr. Senter’s letter again and nodded.
“I see,” he murmured. “Now tell me something about yourself, my boy. Your father has died recently?”
“Yes, sir, in November.”
“I’m very sorry. I think now I recall reading of his death in the paper. He was the editor of the Enterprise, I believe?”
“Yes, sir. He owned the paper, too. That is, most of it.”
“Your mother is alive, I trust?”
“Yes, sir.”