"I'll call up my office, and Miss Hirschbaum will give the order."
"Can she talk like—"
"Oh, she goes to the swell Gentile theaters," Max reassured him.
"Don't say I'm engaged, and tell 'em not to bother the parents." He meant the reporters.
Max thought of nothing else. "Leave it to me. Say, Hendrik—"
"Mr. Rutgers!" The voice and the look made Max tremble and grow pale.
"I was only joking," he apologized, weakly. He never repeated the offense. "I'll attend to it, Mr. Hendrik— I mean Mr. Rutgers."
"When Barrett comes in I'll send him down to you. Good day."
When Andrew Barrett returned he said, impetuously, "I'm afraid I'll have to have some help, H. R."
"I was going to tell you, my boy, that from to-morrow on you will have to go on salary."