“If anything! Great Scott! isn't it enough that—Let me hear what they report—on the instant!”
“Yes, sir.”
“And, McWayne—” He hesitated.
McWayne, his face full of sincere solicitude, prompted, gently:
“Yes, chief?”
It was the first time he had ever used that word. It made his speech so friendly, so affectionately personal, that E. H. Merriwether said:
“Thank you, McWayne. I wish you would find out for me at once who lives in 777 Fifth Avenue.”
“Yes, sir,” said McWayne. “That's where—” He caught himself. .
“I am afraid so!” acquiesced the railroad czar, listlessly.