"Sell wheat" Harrison repeated. "Yes!"
"They would be in a hurry," Wingate continued. "They would not wish to waste a moment. They would probably telephone their instructions."
From the great office outside came the hum of many voices, the shrill summons of many telephones, a continued knocking and shouting at the locked door. To all these sounds Harrison remained stoically indifferent. He was studying once more the pattern of the carpet.
"Telephone," he repeated thoughtfully.
"It would be sufficient, if you recognized the voice?"
"Confirmation—from a fellow director, I might have to ask for,"
Harrison decided.
"Nothing else?"
"Nothing!"
"And how long would it take you to sell, say—"
"I should prefer not to have quantities mentioned," Harrison interrupted. "When we start to sell in a dozen places, the thing is beyond exact calculation. The brake can be put on if necessary."