“You needn't explain,” he said. “The women folks say it's all right, though I don't quite understand it myself.”
“I can tell you the story,” I said.
“I don't want to hear it,” he growled. “I've tried you, and that's enough for me.”
I murmured my appreciation and thanks for his good opinion.
The Wolf waved his hand as a disposal of all acknowledgments, and growled again:
“Have you any engagements that would keep you from taking the place of president of the Omega Company?”
I fell back on the chair, speechless.
“There'll be a good salary,” he continued. “Well, of course, you needn't be in a hurry to accept. Take a day to think over it if you like.” The Wolf actually smiled.
“Oh, I don't need any time,” I gasped. “I'll take it now.”
“Well, you'll have to wait till the directors meet,” he said.