“Ah yes, the ideal juryman,” said Thompson, musingly.
“I don't see it,” said Grosvenor.
“The lawyers don't, either, hence it is all law or all emotion with them. Well, you can't have Tommy yet awhile.”
“Why not?” asked Grosvenor, curiously. He, too, learned from Thompson and his experiments with human beings.
“He hasn't reported to me yet.”
“But he's crazy to begin,” protested Grosvenor.
“No, he isn't. It is only that something has happened. Wait!” said Thompson. “Now about the Chicago agency—” And they ceased to discuss young Mr. Leigh.
That same afternoon Thompson rang for Tommy. “Tommy,” he said, “I want you to take one of our cars and play with it.”
“Meaning?” asked Tommy.
“Whatever you like. Company's car, company's time,” returned Mr. Thompson, impassively.