“Nearly.”
“Well, we'll get them in due time, I suppose,” I said cheerfully.
“We'll have 'em by Monday noon, or we won't have 'em at all,” growled Doddridge Knapp.
“How is that?”
“You seem to have forgotten, young man, that the stock transfer books of the Omega Company close on Monday at two o'clock.”
As I had never heard this interesting piece of information before, I could not in strictness be said to have forgotten it.
“Well, we ought to have the stock by that time,” I said consolingly.
“We ought,” said the King of the Street grimly, pausing in the doorway, “but things don't always happen as they ought.”
As I remembered that if things had happened as they ought Doddridge Knapp would be in jail, I gave a hearty assent to the proposition as the door closed behind my retreating employer.