"You know best--ah--Reginald," in the sweetest tones that I could beget in my wife's voice.
"Hello!"
"Hello!" I returned. "Pleasant ride down--ah--Reginald?"
"Do be serious, will you?" gruffly, from the office.
"Tell Morse to sell L stock and industrials at once. Do you get that?"
"I'll have to use my own judgment in that matter, Caroline." My voice came to me through the 'phone with its own stubborn note.
"Great Scott!" I cried, realizing that I was absolutely helpless. "Be careful what you do--ah--Reginald. It's a very treacherous market. For heaven's sake, sell out at once, will you?"
"I must get to work now, my dear," said my wife, gruffly. "There's a heavy mail this morning, and several men are waiting to see me. Mr. Rogers comes in to me at once."
A cold chill ran through me, and Caroline's voice trembled as I cried:
"Don't see Rogers--ah--Reginald! I haven't decided yet what answer to give the man. Bluff him off, if you've got a spark of sense left in you. Tell him to call at the office next week."